#older!billy hargrove x female reader

[billys-pretty-babe]

Favorite Thing You Love To Do

Pairing : Older!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : A simple little gift for Billy gets him unbelievably turned on.

Warnings : swearing, smut (oral - fem! receiving, unprotected piv, multiple orgasms -> squirting, restraints - under the bed system, billy has a jacob's ladder piercing), age gap (billy is 37, reader is 27) aftercare, billy makes a pegging joke

Word count : 3,740

A/N : this is very dirty and very self indulgent, sorry

Title is inspired by Everything I Wanna Do by Nickelback (X)

You looked at the pictures that Nancy Wheeler had helped you develop, neither of you letting Jonathan see the raunchy pictures of you on Billy's car. They had a film developing room in their house which you were very fortunate for.

You watched the pictures dry as Nancy stood next to you, her jaw dropping as the first one developed and you laughed. Robin had helped you with the pictures considering she and Billy weren't close in the slightest.

The picture became more and more visible, showing you in one of his white shirts that had oil stains from working on cars for the past ten plus years, your legs were slightly open, showing the black lace underwear that you were wearing. "Hope you liked walking," Nancy said, giggling a little. You laughed and watched the other pictures develop.

She helped you collect them carefully so they wouldn't damage and soon you were on your way back to Billy's house. He stood in the driveway, washing his car, his hair pulled back and shirtless, showing all of the tattoos he had.

He looked at you, winking as he puffed on a cigarette. You got out of your car, walking to him and kissing his bearded jaw. "I'll be back." He nodded and you walked inside, putting the pictures in his room on his bed, spacing them out.

You walked back outside, watching him wash his car. "Think you missed a spot," you said. He glanced at you, turning the hose at you, getting your shirt wet. Your jaw dropped and he laughed, dropping his own jaw to mock you. He finished up, drying his car off and he made you move so he could put his car back into the garage.

He left the garage door open and got out of the car, wiping down his sweaty body. He walked over to you, wiping your face gently from where he sprayed you with hose water. He leaned down slightly, tilting your head up and kissed you. "Got ya somethin'," you said against his lips. He hummed, pecking your lips a few times before pulling away from you.

You grabbed his hand, walking into the house and leading him to his room. "If you're sticking something in my ass, I appreciate the sentiment babe, but you're not sticking anything up there. you're lucky I even put up with you spanking me." You laughed, shaking your head.

"Close your eyes," you said and made sure he shut his eyes before guiding him into the bedroom. You put him in front of the bed and moved so you were behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Open 'em," you said before kissing the birthmark on his shoulder.

He opened his eyes, letting them adjust for a few seconds before he picked up one of the pictures. He held it close to his face, looking at how prominent your features were.

You were laid out on the hood of his car, his shirt right below your breasts, your ass was on the hood, your legs slightly open. He whistled, putting it down gently before picking up the next one. You weren't in this one, but the window was foggy with a heart and two dots in the middle, he knew just from the distance between the dots what created them.

"I took that one myself," you said against his warm skin, your hand running down his toned stomach, your nails scratching at his happy trail that he couldn't be bothered to trim or shave off. He hummed, "That one might have to go in my office." He put it down, picking up a different one.

"Jackpot," he said, looking at the picture of you bent over his hood, your ass on display as you wore his favorite pair of heels. The shirt was wet, the hood of his car was wet, and the shirt was very much see-through, the shirt clinging to your breasts. He continued looking at the pictures and put one on his bedside, putting the others on his desk, mumbling about hanging them up in various places.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his lap. You laughed when you felt his erection, "I assume you like the pictures." He laughed, "Like is an understatement, babe," he said before peppering a few kisses to your jaw and behind your ear.

"Whatcha want in return, baby," he asked in your ear, placing a kiss on your earlobe. You shivered at his voice, "Whatever you'll give me." He smirked against your skin, his teeth latching onto a spot on your neck as he began sucking at it, his tongue licking where his teeth marks were.

"Should fuck you on the hood of Baby Blue, that'll be for another day," he said, his hands gripping your ass. "Can't believe you did that, you fucking knew the reaction you would get, fuckin' minx." You laughed, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him.

You pulled away, looking at him, "You love it though." He hummed, "Guess so," he said as one of his hands moved before quickly slapping under your ass. He rubbed the spot, peering at you through his lashes. You rubbed his chin, eyes going to the little gray patches.

"Love these," you murmured, gently pulling on them. He hummed, kissing your skin, letting his lips wander to the top of your tits as he licked and sucked on the skin. You pulled his thick hair and he moved, a string of spit connecting his bottom lip to the top of your tit.

"I need you on my face," he said, his voice dripping with lust. That piqued your interest, you had never done that before. "Okay," you murmured. He helped you take off your clothes and he left your underwear on, moving you so you were laying on your back on the large bed. He kissed down your body, grabbing the elastic in between his teeth as he pulled the fabric down, laying a quick kiss to your clit as it peeked between your folds.

He moved so he was laying down in his boxers, throwing the pillows to the ground. "Come 'ere, pretty baby." His voice alone could get you off. He put his hand out to you, a few rings decorated his veiny hands along with a couple of tattoos, miniscule ones that held very little meaning.

You took his hand as he guided you to hover over his face. His hands grabbed your thighs as he looked up at you. "Sit down." You lowered yourself just a little and his eyes squinted, "Sit, don't hover. I don't do that hovering shit. If you suffocate me, then great. Put it on my headstone to let everyone know I went out eating your pussy." You gasped at his vulgarity before lowering yourself more, feeling his nose and he pulled you down the rest of the way.

His tongue was immediately licking up the slick that was dripping from you. Your right hand sat on his forehead as your fingers tangled into his roots, your left hand going to the headboard and holding onto the metal bar.

Two of the straps from the under the bed restraints were threaded through the bars. Your head was already fuzzy as he licked your clit. The sounds were loud, he was moaning against you, the vibrations stimulating your clit. It was messy, you knew that when you heard the squelch of two fingers entering you.

"Billy," you moaned, gripping his hair tighter, your head falling forward to the black wall. Your hips rocked and he pushed you up just a little to catch his breath and speak, "There you go, fuck my face, baby," he said before kissing your thigh, using one of his hands to steadily fuck you with as he lowered you back down with the other.

His teeth lightly grazed your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more. You were sure you were getting beard burn and simultaneously bleaching his beard, but that was a problem for another day. "Billy, please. Oh fuck," you whimpered, moving your hips a little faster, doing your best to keep your composure, while also trying to be mindful of the death grip you had on his hair.

He let go of your clit, kissing it as he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand grabbing your ass and you felt your slick on your warm skin. His tongue licked up the mess you had created. Your thighs were shaking a little and he moved his lips back to your clit, humming around it, his tongue flicking over it a few times.

"Fuck," you moaned loudly, your head going back as your back arched. Your hips slowly slowed down and once they were at a complete stop, you put your head against the wall, trying to catch your breath. He snickered, gently pushing you off of his face, letting you gently fall onto the mattress.

"Thoroughly fucked out, just the way I like it," he said as he wiped his beard. You glanced at him, "We're so doing that again." He laughed, "Whatever you say, honey." You leaned over and kissed him, your nails going down his chest as you snapped the elastic of his boxers onto his skin.

He shivered, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss, holding you as close as possible. You helped him take his boxers off, your hand immediately gripping his base, the curls decorating it brushed against your hand. The silver balls that decorated his shaft were warm in your hand and he shivered.

The Jacob's Ladder piercing was something stupid Billy got when he was eighteen. His tattoo was to rebel, but so was the piercing. It went from his base to right under his tip, and it provided the best stimulation for you. The first time you slept with him, the same night you lost your virginity to him, you were scared the piercing would hurt you and ripped stuff it wasn't meant to.

He assured you nothing would rip besides your hymen, not once have you regretted losing your virginity to him, you practically begged for another round right after just to feel the jewelry rub against your g-spot.

"Billy," you murmured against his lips before gently biting his bottom lip, pulling a little so it snapped back. He hummed, his eyes fluttering open as he looked at you. Your heart raced with love and lust, needing him inside of you, but also needing to be in his arms, safe and sound.

"Tell me what you need, and you'll get it," he said, his hand rubbing your back. The moment was the calm before the storm, the two of you knew that and you were both soaking in it. "Just need you, all of you," your voice was a little whiny, filled with desperation. He softly hushed you, still rubbing your back.

"Get in whatever position you want." You nodded, moving so you were on your knees, your chest pressed into the mattress. Billy grabbed one of the pillows from the floor. He reached under your chest, gently bringing you up as he put the pillow down so your chest wouldn't hurt that badly. He grabbed the velvet lined restraints, "Can we use these?" You quickly nodded. He leaned over you, pressing his hips against your butt as he grabbed your chin, tilting your head back, "Words baby, you know I need verbal consent." You nodded once again, "I wanna use them."

He nodded, leaning down and kissing the tip of your nose before pecking your lips and he let your chin go as he unwound the restraints from the headboard. You happily put your arms out and he chuckled, taking your left wrist and sliding it through the restraint as he tightened the plastic buckle which in turn tightened the cuff around your wrist.

"Flex your fingers for me." You flexed your fingers. "Do they tingle?" You shook your head, "Uh uh." He nodded, doing your right wrist, doing the same blood flow check. He kissed your cheek and moved behind you once again. He grabbed your hips, moving your knees so your ass was higher in the air.

He leaned over you, kissing the dip between your shoulder blades and you hummed in delight. He moved your legs a little, spreading them a little more and he held the small of your back. "You ready for me, baby?" You nodded quickly and he laid a smack to the side of your ass. "Words, come on. I'm not telling you again." You shivered at his words, feeling a steady leak of your arousal.

"I'm ready, please. I need you so much." He chuckled, gently patting the side of your ass that he had spanked. "Sound so pretty when you're begging," he murmured, dipping his head down to kiss your lower back before he straightened up.

You felt his tip at your entrance and hummed, letting your eyes close as you rested your head on your arms. He slowly pushed in before groaning when you tightened around him. "Baby, relax. I know it's deeper in this position, but I can't move, gripping me like a fuckin' vice."

He licked the pad of his finger, reaching around your thigh and pressing his finger to your clit, rubbing small circles on it. You whined a little, kicking your feet at the unexpected stimulation. He kept pushing his hips forward, "There we go, doing so fucking good baby." You moaned his name when his hips were pressed against your ass.

He used a slow pace at first, letting you get used to everything before he quickened his thrusts. Your fingers gripped the black straps of the restraints. "Billy, oh fuck please," you moaned, your eyes were shut tight. His hands dug into your hips, his fingers would leave bruises, but you didn't care.

"That's it, good girl. Taking my cock so good, huh?" He saw the way your hands were shaking as you grasped the black straps tightly. "Easy baby, ease up on your grip. I don't want you getting hurt," he said as he rubbed the side of your body. He waited until your fingers were detached from the strap before starting his fast pace once more.

He felt the way you clenched around him and he let out a moan of your name. "Go ahead, let go for me." You kicked your right foot, moaning into the mattress as you did what he asked of you. Everything went numb as Billy slowed his pace so as to not overstimulate you too quickly. "There we go, that was good." You lifted your head out of the mattress, your mascara and eyeliner were fucked, but Billy still thought you were the most ethereal woman in the world.

"Keep going, please." He chuckled, rubbing your back. "Didn't plan on stopping," he said before starting his pace back up. It was messy, his skin was sticking to yours, his balls were slapping against your wet clit, in turn making the skin on his sac wet. "God baby, you're so good to me," he moaned, lowering his head slightly to catch his breath and trying to keep his composure.

The way he moaned made you clench again, the loud squelches he was pulling from your body had filled the room with your pretty moans and his desperate moans and grunts. He leaned over you, kissing your back. His pace slowed, but the thrusts were still hard and deep.

They were deep and hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs, each thrust you let out little "uh" sounds. "That's it, making such pretty sounds for me." You whimpered, moving so you were resting on your cheek. He took this chance to move his own head and kiss you. It wasn't the most comfortable position, especially for his back and knees, but he would do anything for you, even if it would cause him pain.

"I love you," he said as he looked into your eyes when he pulled his lips away from yours. You smiled, you were cock drunk and you were pretty sure you looked stupid, but that didn't matter. "I love you too," you said. You attempted to lift your hand up to push his hair out of his face, but the straps got in the way. He moved his right hand to the strap and loosened the plastic buckle and you pulled your arm out of it, pushing his sweaty hair back and you admired him.

Despite this being one of the most intense sexual sessions the two of you have had, it was still filled with love and admiration. His thumb rubbed at the side of your lip, kissing you once more before straightening himself out, giving you a few thrusts that were fast paced. The headboard knocked against the black painted wall, a few chips of paint falling.

You whimpered, attempting to shut your legs. He slowed down, "Talk to me baby," he said as he checked in with you. "Do I need to stop?" You shook your head, "Sensitive." He nodded, "I know baby, I know." He rubbed your back, going back to his slow and hard thrusts. Your ass jiggled against his body, and he watched, deeply enamored with the way your body moved.

He knew by the way you were clenching that you were about to have another orgasm. "Give me another one, babe. Doing so good for me," he praised you. He talked you through your high, rubbing your back and kissing your hot skin.

He slid your arms out of the restraints, tossing the straps backwards as they fell behind the headboard. He gently pulled out, seeing the mess on him and you as he gently rolled you over. He leaned over you, his hand on your face as you felt the pressure of his body on yours. "Hi baby," he said softly, pecking your lips. "Think you can give me one more?" You quickly nodded, not wanting this to end. "Alright babe, just lay there and look pretty for me."

You nodded again and he moved your legs apart, whistling softly. Your clit was puffy, your inner thighs were wet and your slit was steadily dribbling arousal. "Fucking shit," he moaned. He felt his cock twitch. "Where am I cummin' baby?" You hummed, "Inside," you said. Your voice was a little raspy from all of the moans.

He nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist before sliding into you once more. You were unbelievably wet, and you were sure that when your head cleared up you would be embarrassed at the noises your pussy made, but right now you couldn't even think about it.

He began rocking into you, using slow and deep thrusts. You held his face and kissed him before your hands made their way to his back, digging your nails in and scratching as far down as you could reach.

He hissed a little into your mouth before moaning softly. His hips stuttered a little before he stopped, taking a few seconds to collect himself. Billy had a saying in the bedroom, "Good girls cum come first." It was written right above the bed with metal that he had welded together.

He moved, straightening his posture so he could have a good grip on you as he began thrusting like his life depended on it. Your head went back as you gripped one of the metal bars of the headboard. "Let me have it, come on baby." The squelches got louder and something else alarmed you, a warm sensation in your lower belly. "Billy, wait, stop." Alarms went off in his head as he immediately stopped. "What happened? Did I hurt you?" You quickly shook your head, "I think I have to pee," you mumbled. You were embarrassed.

"Hey," he softly said, "It's not pee, baby. I promise, just let yourself go, alright?" You nodded, trusting him. He held your hand, kissing your knuckles before resuming his pace. He watched the way your body twitched and tensed, noting the way your tits were jiggling. You let out a moan that sounded like a borderline cry and he looked down where the two of you were connected.

He watched the way your clit pulsated right before the small gush happened. He moaned, feeling your squirt hit his lower stomach as he twitched inside of you. "Oh fuck baby, I'm cumming." He bowed his head down, his thrusts were sloppy as he came inside of you. It was warm and you moaned with the twitch of his cock.

When he was done, he gently pulled out, watching as the white substance had pooled to your entrance. He used two of his fingers to fuck it back into you before pulling them out. He moved up to you, tapping your lips and you opened your mouth, accepting the fingers before greedily sucking them.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, shivering as your teeth grazed his pads. He leaned down and kissed you, pulling you close to his body. He did a quick inspection, seeing if he was too rough with any part of your body. He rubbed the little bruises on your hips and your inner thighs.

"I'll be right back." He got up, slipped into a pair of shorts as he walked into the bathroom, wet a rag with warm water as he rung it out before walking to you and wiping you down. He tossed the rag in a hamper and pulled you close. "Gotta pee," you said. He nodded, "I know baby, just lay here for a few minutes to calm down." You nodded, holding onto him and he kissed the top of your head.

"Was I too rough?" You shook your head, snuggling up to him so your head was right under his chin as you closed your eyes, letting your body get warmed up by his. Your breathing evened out after a few minutes and he laughed, knowing you had fallen asleep. He rubbed your back gently as he grabbed the blanket he had thrown onto the floor as he covered the two of you up with it. "I love you," he murmured, holding you close as his hands gently kneaded at some of your muscles.

[melodymunson]

Billy Hargrove x fem reader x woman of color (woc) original character oneshot

18+ nsfw no minors allowed. You will be blocked!

Imagine with Older!Billy. (The reader is 21 and the burlesque dancer is the same age. Billy is 30.)

Nothin' but a good time

3.6K words

warnings: 3some, penetrative sex, rim job, blowjob, lesbian sex, strapon, rope, blindfold, use of a strapon (reader receiving), Hitachi wand, Tribbing, and a whip.

ao3 link

Since graduating high school, Billy Hargrove has become a better person. He was no longer the typical jock who got mad, got into fights, and yelled slurs. After moving out of his dad's place, he studied hard to become a mechanic. The days of him being a prick and racist prone to anger were gone since therapy and some anger management.

The new and improved Billy only liked to be controlling in the bedroom when the mood called for it. With you, he respected your safe words and limits. There was nothing he would do to harm you or bring you any pain. Being together felt right and you met Billy at a hair metal concert.

You and Billy had a tumultuous relationship and romance. He had a tough exterior, but you were inseparable from him since you were in your young 20s. Even though he was 9 years older than you, it was one relationship you were proud of and didn't want to lose. One night, you went to a burlesque club and had a nice evening watching the stunning performers having a night you would never forget together.

The burlesque show experience was lovely and magical, yet different from the strip clubs you would go to with Billy. All the dancers were classy, and the art of the tease was alluring. Going to the burlesque club was your idea and once you and Billy had some drinks for the show, you became acquainted with one of the dancers. She was a beauty with mocha skin, gorgeous brown eyes, long hair, and a voluptuous figure.

Burlesque was the art of the tease and not just a strip show, like most people thought. There were elements to it, not just a provocative show where women got undressed. There was humor, sexually suggestive dialogue, and musical sketches mixed in with the burlesque performance. There were men in the show implementing acrobatics, but one female dancer did so well and you and Billy couldn't take your eyes off her.

Her name was Harmony and her burlesque name Cherry Bomb and she found you to be lovely and Billy charming. After exchanging numbers, you agreed to meet again soon, and you did at a hair metal concert. The concert rocked and Billy had fun moshing while you and Harmony crowd-surfed with some margaritas consumed throughout the show. Soon you were back to her place and had some red wine with Billy.

After the lovely wine, you enjoyed a joint together, shotgunning into each other's mouths, which led to you kissing Billy and then Harmony. The feeling of being high mixed with being drunk and euphoric made you happy in a mellowed-out way. You suggested getting the camera out and having Harmony teach you some burlesque moves as Billy filmed. It was a great time, and you had so much fun learning some burlesque moves.

That night started with a concert and having some simple fun together in a public setting, but would end with a bang. Billy and you had already agreed after meeting Harmony the first time that if the chemistry was there, you would go further and progress things with her. Soon you were making out with Harmony as Billy smoked and enjoyed the show right next to him in the car. What at first started as just innocent touches at first turned into more and the sight made Billy's cock harden in his pants.

Soon you took things to the bedroom and there you were with Harmony and Billy, about to have the best threesome of your life. That night would be one to remember forever and the first of many where you shared other people. At first, you were apprehensive about going into it, but you fully trusted Billy. Your relationship was serious, and you knew no one could come between the two of you.

You had agreed with Harmony and Billy that you would be in a full submissive mood, which suited Billy fine since he was mainly a dom and Harmony was a switch. Harmony was wearing red lingerie, and you were wearing rose gold. Billy looked at you both up and down, his eyes landing on your cleavage as well as hers as her hands roamed over your body.

Candles were lit, and the lights were dim in her bedroom as she showed you her drawer of toys, restraints, ropes, and whips. It was quite an impressive collection, and you were in awe of every item. Billy had some ideas as he took out a black blindfold, a black gag ball, a whip, and some white rope. Harmony's eyes lit up at seeing his choices.

Soon you were on the bed and tied up for them just your hands as Billy sat on the edge of the bed and Harmony had your legs spread, her mouth on your pussy. Still, with your lingerie on, he watched as Harmony's ass wriggled in the air and she finger-fucked you passionately with two fingers as her tongue massaged your clit. Underneath her, you were writhing in ecstasy, your nipples hard as rocks now. The moans coming from your mouth were otherworldly until Billy put a gag ball around your mouth.

"Be quiet, sweetheart. Let her take care of you," he ordered sternly, followed by a smirk.

"Mm, she tastes so good," Harmony boasts as she has her fingers coated in your slick now.

Billy's hand soon moves to her ass, earning mewls from her. You closed your eyes and bucked your hips as her mouth took you expertly. Having her do this for you and please you in this way was otherworldly. There was nothing you wanted more than to cry out her name for her as Billy's cock was now twitching, hardened in his boxers.

Billy took the blindfold and put it over your eyes, then removed the gag ball, wanting you to call out your safe word if necessary.

"That's right, eat that pussy good!" He encouraged Harmony before slapping her ass, causing her to yelp in pleasure.

It didn't faze her all too much though because she went right back to sucking your clit swirling it with her tongue as you moaned. Billy wasted no time putting his fingers into your mouth and you sucked them, instantly swirling his digits with your wet and warm mouth. Her tongue passionately fucked your pussy as her fingers hit your g-spot deeply, causing you to cry out around Billy's fingers.

"Fuck princess, I think you want my tongue, huh?"

You nodded and Harmony ate you out a little more before letting Billy switch places with her. Eagerly, he licked your folds, parting them with his tongue as Harmony watched fingering herself.

"Naughty little pussy. Want you to cum for us!" He bellowed as he slapped your clit.

"Fuck I wanna cum please Billy!" You cried out desperately, not even caring how needy you sounded at this point.

"Mm, good girl, you used your words. Cum all over my tongue and fingers," he demanded gruffly as his tongue and fingers worked in perfect sync.

Billy wasn't one for waiting and he was urging you with a serious tone, already knowing your pretty cunt couldn't resist the combination of his fingers and mouth. Arching your back, your filthy moans and the sounds of pleasure from Harmony fingering her wet pussy echoed off the walls.

"Mm yes, cum for him!" She cried out as she fingered harder and faster, wanting to find her release.

With just a few more licks from Billy, you found yourself cumming over his pretty fingers and whining his name. Billy then removed your blindfold and tapped his fingers on your lips. Eagerly, you sucked his digits clean as Harmony found her release.

"Now kiss each other!" He commanded in a firm, no-nonsense tone.

Eagerly her lips crashed against yours and she tapped her fingers to your lips, having you suck her digits eagerly. The way she tasted was incredible. Billy removed his shirt, pants, and boxers tossing them to the side as you and Harmony undressed completely.

"How about you watch Harmony here suck my cock for a bit as she sits on my face huh princess? And don't worry, I'll free one hand so you can touch yourself."

"Yes, Billy. Of course, sir."

Your words brought a smile to his face as he freed the rope. Soon you had a feeling in your hand again and fingered yourself as you watched Harmony sit on his face. Billy eagerly lapped at her wet cunt, dripping with her slick as she caressed his balls and stroked his shaft.

"Your boyfriend is so big," she complimented before taking him into her mouth and riding his face faster.

"Yes, so big. Love seeing you suck his cock and watching him eat your pussy," you whimpered as you touched yourself using one finger.

Harmony's eyes locked with yours as she sucked him off and gave him immense pleasure. It was incredible to watch, but your achy pussy was desperate and needy. Watching them please each other was sexy, but you were aching for them to offer you some relief. They continued to please each other and get each other off before Harmony stopped sucking him to say.

"Maybe your girlfriend can help me out with your cock, huh?"

Billy slapped her ass in response and fingered her as he came up for air. Wiping his mouth clean, he nodded.

"Sure, now go untie her and both of you can suck my cock!" He bellowed.

Billy's cock was flushed pink, and it was already beading at the tip with pearly pre-cum. Licking your lips as you took him into your mouth, Harmony sucked on one of his balls as he looked down at the both of you and groaned with vigor and lust. Billy grabbed a fistful of your hair as he bucked into your mouth, urging you to take more of him. You know exactly how he loved it and wanted to give him the best blowjob ever.

"Yes, that's right, slut, suck it! Don't forget to share, though."

Billy grunted as he bucked his hips, his balls heavy with cum as you sucked him trying your best to fit his huge cock, but couldn't. He tasted so fuckin' good and you wanted to give him immense pleasure.

"Mm, that's right, suck his cock!" Harmony urged as she pumped the part of his shaft you couldn't reach with your mouth.

"Now switch!" He demanded, pulling you off his cock by the root of your hair in his fist.

Harmony took him down slowly, her eyes watering and gagging around his cock as he pumped into her mouth, making her choke and soon adjusting as he guided her on his cock by pulling her hair. You sucked his balls first the right, then the left, making him buck his hips even faster. He pulled her off his cock and then sat up, suddenly getting an idea.

"Okay, now I want to see Harmony fuck you with her strap. Don't forget your safe word, though."

Billy's voice was gruff, and he meant business as he took the nearby black whip and cracked it against the bedpost. As Harmony got up to get the strap on that vibrated, he sat down in the nearby chair close to the bed and stroked his shaft. You got down on your hands and knees, ass up in the air for her. She came up behind you and lubed up the strap, as Billy's eyes locked with yours.

"That's right, sweetheart, let her fuck you good," Billy remarked with a gasp as Harmony adjusted the strap inside of you.

Her hands moved down your back, caressing it until they rested upon your hips leaving crescent-shaped marks there. Leaning in closer to you, she peppered kisses along your backside, then whispered into your ear.

"Be a good girl for me."

And with that last remark, she pumped her 8" fake cock inside of you. Harmony gripped your hips tightly, even smacking your ass a little as she made the most pornographic-sounding noises as her strap rested deep inside of your needy cunt, filling you up to the hilt. Billy held the whip tightly, knowing he would use it on you if necessary, especially if you disobeyed any command, and prepared to do his worst. The sounds escaping your lips were filthy as you clenched the duvet covers below you.

"Fuck yes, fuck my pussy hard!" You suddenly screamed as you looked over at Billy.

Practically breathless, she responded by telling you,

"Oh, fuck, you might regret that, princess!" She scolded you as she slapped your ass and picked up her pace, putting her foot on the bed to get a better angle for fucking your tight cunt.

Meanwhile, Billy was stroking his cock and letting the filthiest of moans escape his lips. She was incredible at this and you wondered if she had ever done this to any other girl. You hoped you were her first, though.

"Be sure to thank her for making you feel so good, sweetheart. Use your words wisely," Billy growled, bellowing as he stroked himself harder and then slapped your ass with the whip.

He wasn't too hard with you though and respected your use of your safe word, which was 'maroon'.

"Thank you, miss. Fuck me harder please!" You whined and begged her, wanting to feel her strap hit your G-spot.

"She's in no mood to beg. Is she Billy?" Harmony remarked with a cluck of her tongue as she slows inside you.

"You are right." Billy stopped stroking and walked up to you, slapping your cheek before he hit your backside lightly with the whip.

"Sorry, sir. Sorry, mistress. Please do your worst," you challenged them.

Billy rubbed your clit in harsh circles as Harmony pounded into you again, loving the feel of the vibrations from the toy as she turned it on and you could now feel vibrations as well. It was making your clit ache as you got all this stimulation from the vibrating strap and his fingers. Yours and Harmony's cries were echoing in the room as Billy fingered you. She used her strap with the vibrations at full speed, and Billy stroked his cock simultaneously, watching the show unfold in front of him.

"She loves this fake cock, huh? Maybe we should give her the real thing soon," Harmony muses in between her depraved thrusts into your aching cunt.

"Mm yes. I fuck her as you sit on her face. Use this little whore," he admonishes you in a scolding manner as he tilts your head up with a rough pull of your hair and spits in your mouth.

You were trembling with your eager and high-pitched mewls as they made you overstimulated, wanting you to come undone at the seams for them. Your second orgasm was fast approaching, and they were going to make you wait it out for them. First, you had to be their good little submissive. Pulling out of your cunt, she turns off the vibrator and tosses it aside.

Harmony grabs a Hitachi wand and brings it to the bed as she lies on her back, legs spread. Meanwhile, Billy is tying your arms up behind you with rope. Billy lines his cock up at your entrance and positions your face in front of her pussy as she uses the toy on her clit.

"Now I want to see you eat that pussy and no talking until I tell you to, sweetheart," he gruffly demands before smacking your ass, earning a yelp from you.

As you licked her entrance, separating her folds with your tongue, he pounded into you, not letting you adjust as your tightness clenched around his thick length. His hips thrust into you with reckless abandon as he bottomed out inside his hands, leaving imprints on your ass as he squeezed it.

"Mm yes, that's it. Good little whore eat that clit!" she snarled in pure bliss as the toy made contact with her pussy.

Looking up at her with pleading eyes, you continued to taste her slick heat, panting from the feeling of Billy's perfect cock as you devoured her pretty clit. Billy was getting lost in the ecstasy of it all, seeing you eat her out as he pounded your needy pussy from behind.

"Yeah, that's it. Take my cock and eat that pussy," he spoke in a husky tone as he held your head down against her pussy and bucked into you, harder, groaning in between his thrusts.

This went on for several minutes, you eating out Harmony, earning pretty mewls from her as Billy fucked you so damn good. Billy was closer to cumming, his cock twitching and his tip leaking pre-cum now. Harmony and you were getting close, but Billy still was not done. She tossed the toy to the side and turned it off.

"Mm wanna share that big cock with me?" Harmony begs as she gets close to her release.

"Yes please," you responded before you removed your fingers from her pussy and sucked them clean.

"Turn around princess and let her get on top of you," Billy firmly commanded as he flipped you over on your back.

"Sounds perfect," she remarked, wide-eyed.

"Yes, daddy. I'll share."

Harmony eagerly got on top of you her breasts, pushing against yours as Billy leaned down, spread her cheeks, and licked her ass before licking yours. He alternated between your ass and hers as he pumped his cock with his left hand until your cries satisfied him. Soon he lined himself up at her entrance as she gasped, fully adjusting to his size and whining into your mouth as she kissed you deeply with her tongue, tasting herself in longing as she passionately embraced you. Her soft breasts felt so good flush against your chest.

"God damn, this pussy is tight too, and that ass is delicious!" Billy gruffly declared as he slapped her ass.

You held onto her, caressing the curves of her beautiful and voluptuous breasts. She had such a beautiful body and gorgeous dark skin. The way she was being fucked by Billy was unholy as she latched onto one of your nipples, sucking greedily as she screamed for Billy.

"Yeah, good whore!" He proclaimed, tugging her hair and grunting deeply.

"Yes, so big, Billy. Your monster cock is so fucking amazing!" She practically yelled as he hit her at all the right spots.

Suddenly, he surprised you by having his cock buried balls deep inside of you again. It felt incredible to have him fucking you again, his cock coated in her slick and yours. Billy was truly your God of fuck.

"Billy so good. Love your cock, Daddy! Fuck us hard!" You shouted as his eyes met yours and he smirked.

Harmony's lips moved to your other breast as Billy positioned himself inside of her again and fingered your needy pussy and ass simultaneously. Billy then went right back to fucking you and Harmony's breasts hovered over your mouth.

"Suck slut!" She ordered. "How's that cock feel?"

"Good. S'good," you mumbled as she shoved her breast into your face.

The way you and Harmony were acting turned him on so badly, as Billy was getting closer than ever to spilling his load. He pulled out, turning on the toy to position it in between your pussy and hers, rubbing it against your clits as it worked its magic. The noises you and Harmony were making were practically filthy. Billy was smiling in satisfaction about how he was making you and this beautiful woman feel.

"Mm, now cum for me all over it," he firmly instructed as he increased the pressure by turning up the volume on the toy.

You sucked on her breasts and kneaded them as you rode the toy. Harmony cried out with pure ecstasy as she fucked the toy with reckless abandon. The vibrator felt intense, and you were moaning so loud for Billy as he fucked into her again.

"Billy gonna cum for you!" She cried out in bliss as she came undone at the seams.

Pulling out of her, he fucked you again, going balls deep as they slapped against your cunt. Harmony slapped your breasts and kissed you so deeply as Billy got close to cumming.

"Gonna cum inside you, princess," he warned as he fucked you deeply and Harmony kissed you.

"Yes, daddy cum deep inside of me!" You pleaded with him, your moans so loud, and it was like music to his ears.

Harmony sucked on your neck as Billy was about to ride out his high, making you squirm and scream out for them. The mess he was about to make inside of you was going to be so messy, but you loved being his little cum slut.

"Going to cum!" He screeched as his fingernails left imprints on your hips.

Billy filled you up to the hilt and pulled out his cock, still having some cum on it as Harmony pressed her clit firmly against yours. She wrapped your legs around her waist, getting Billy's cum all over her.

"You need to cum, honey. Come all over, my pretty cunt!" she beckoned as she left marks on your breasts with her mouth.

"So close!" You replied with a pleased hum.

Billy pressed his cock to your lips so you could suck him off and you did greedily take every drop he had, milking him dry. Harmony hit that special spot and made you throw your head back as more screams left your lips.

"Yes! I'm cumming, fuck me, yes!" You wailed as your orgasm crashed over you in remarkable waves as you rode it out.

Soon Billy and you passed out you in between him and Harmony. It was a mind-blowing night and not one you would soon forget. All your carnal desires satiated, and you had the best time of your life. Billy showed his dominant side, and you loved every moment.

More time passed with having Billy and you celebrating more anniversaries so happy together most of the time. There was nothing better than exploring new things with him and you started a sex room together complete with a sybian, restraints in every size and shape, and a sex machine. Sometimes you would bring girls home and he would get off as he watched before putting you in your place for starting without him. No other time compared to the first threesome, but you shared many more partners, like Steve and Eddie. But that's more stories for another time…

tag list

@dananahenderson @haceleyes @ali-r3n @keikoraven @seatnights

@mrprettywhenhecries @lovelythoughtfulcupcake @sephfromtheroombelow @micheledawn1975

@decodedlvr @shichey97 @stolen-in-moonlight @loserboysandlithium

@londonfog-chan @kelseyaparker19 @aspen95 @munson-mjstan @jadeylovesmarvelxo

[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Deep End - Billy Hargrove X Female Reader

Title: The Deep End

Billy Hargrove X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother (Mentioned), Billy's dad (Mentioned), Billy's mom (Briefly Mentioned), Will (Mentioned) Jonathan (Mentioned), the people of Hawkins (Mentioned), and Heather

WC: 4,670

Warnings: Pretending the Mind Flayer didn't possess Billy, Reader can't swim, Reader has anxiety, Reader is terrible at interacting with others mentioned, gossipping, sort of enemies to lovers mentioned, a bit of suggestion, a lot of italics, mention of abuse, mention of injuries, Reader is mentioned wearing a bathing suit (not specifically a bikini or one-piece, etc.), cursing, teasing, flirting, yelling, drowning, mention of panic attacks, Billy's feeling a bit guilty, slight angst, and fluff

It was hot. The summer sun was beating down on Hawkins, Indiana with no mercy. Sweltering rays of heat warmed every surface, from the sidewalk, the road, to the metal slides on playgrounds. There was no escaping this heat, nor the sun. Even with air conditioners on full force, sweat seemed to trickle down the nape of your neck, staining your thin shirt. 

Fanning yourself with a homemade paper fan, you slouched on the couch, hardly being able to pay attention to the TV that was playing some reruns of I Love Lucy. 

It was hot. And you were absolutely done with it.

There was only one place, in all of Hawkins, that you could go to that would and could help with the summer heat. One place that you hated going to. The mere thought of it filled you with dread. 

Hawkins pool. A mile or two from your house. Near the middle and high school. It was usually full of people during the summer, either sunbathing in lounging chairs or splashing in the chlorine pool. To anyone else, it was paradise in the very - crappy - small town. 

To you, it was hell. Screaming children, the chance of being splashed with cold water, older women ogling at young lifeguards, and just… A lot of people in general. 

You had only been there a handful of times, either with family or friends. In reality, if you had the chance, you wouldn't have gone in the first place. Every time you went, it felt like all of Hawkins was there. Too many people. You hated it. 

You weren't the most… Social of people. Which was kind of odd for the town of Hawkins. For example, some people thought you were weird. Like they thought Will and Jonathan Byers were weird. And people talked, they all hung out, they gossipped, partied, had potlucks, or barbecues in their backyards. 

You tried to get out of those situations, if you were ever invited to them, which wasn't very often thankfully. You weren't very good at communicating or having conversations that didn't just end with you subconsciously ending it for yourself and the other person. 

Even in school, you were pretty shy and introverted. You had hardly any friends, you only went to the book club - since it was quiet and you could read in peace - and you sat by yourself at lunch. And you enjoyed it. But now and then you would feel a little bit jealous. Seeing people chatting along with their friends, laughing and having fun. But it came to a point that you would rather focus on your studying or homework rather than pushing past your boundaries and trying to make friends. Too much of a hassle, you thought. 

So when Billy, the new kid in town, came to Hawkins, you never, in your wildest dreams, thought that he would ever notice you, or talk to you, or anything.

He was a popular guy, talkative, a ladies man, and a bad boy. He had friends, he had all the girls fawning over him, and he loved it. The attention, having such a reputation. He was so… Different from you.

So when he walked up to you at lunch, sat down in front of you, you could hardly believe what was happening. Why? Was the one word that circled in your mind. Why? 

It couldn't have been for any good reason, could it? Like with everyone else, he wanted something or needed something out of this interaction. You even let the thought of him just wanting to get in your pants pop up, but you brushed it off.

He did want something. And of course… He wanted you to help him with his homework. But not help him, he just wanted you to do it for him. Yay. For some reason, he thought since you were always reading all the time, that you would be smart enough to just do his work, but dumb enough to fall for his charm. 

Let's just say… That didn't work. 

You were smart - intelligent - Intuitive. You always had good grades and always made sure to keep them that way. You studied hard and enjoyed reading; whether from a book given to you for a lesson or from your shelf at home. You enjoyed school, since it busied your mind and gave you something to do. 

But that didn't mean that you were going to go so low as to just do his homework for him. It was his work to do, he could do it himself. 

And when telling him that, you expected him to roll his eyes, scoff maybe, and find some other smart and defenseless person to trick, and to never bother you again… Good riddance. But he didn't. He grinned. 

Oh, he kept coming back. Again, and again, and again. He just wouldn't let up. The first couple of times, he tried to convince you to do his work for him; he said that he just didn't have the time, or that he was going out for that night. As if he thought that was going to help him in this situation.

And after a while, of either ignoring or telling him you'd be late for class and walking away, he switched on you. 

Instead of asking for help, he went as far as to ask you out. 

Really?

You turned him down, every time. No, you didn't want to go to the diner after school for a milkshake. No, you didn't want to go see that new movie at the drive thru. No, you did not want to go to a party with him. Who did this guy think he was? 

It was irritating, everyday you would become paranoid from just the idea of Billy walking over to you at lunch, popping up beside you at your locker, or trying to talk to you during the two classes you shared with him. You had already gotten in trouble once. 

At the four month mark, though, Billy stopped trying to get you to go out with him, and started trying to get to know you? Or that was just what it seemed to be what he was doing. It was hard to tell, he was just so confusing, and irritating, and cute… God…

You hated him. So it became sort of a surprise to you when you and Billy started dating. 

And it wasn't just because Billy wanted to get in your pants or just check you off on his list as another person he's dated. To Billy, you weren't some prize to be won. You weren't someone to trick and fool with charming grins and flirtatious remarks.

You had your doubts in the beginning, but Billy proved himself and showed you that behind the facade of aggression and bad boy reputation, he was just highly misunderstood. His past and current trauma that he was suffering from at the hands of his father made him the hating and reckless person he was. But, deep down, he was hurting.

~~~

You never thought that, while watching a movie at your house, that Billy would rip off the bandaid and just tell you. And that was long before you had asked him where he had gotten the black eye from an hour before.

"It was my dad," His words rang out, seemingly echoing throughout your room; lingering.

The air was thick, as you swallowed, looking up at Billy who sat beside you, he stared at the TV screen. Your eyes flickered, noticing how soft and sad his blue eyes were, in such contrast to his hardened expression. 

"Billy…" You muttered, your heart breaking for him, your hand reaching out to curl around his arm.

Billy's jaw clenched, as did his fists, his knuckles turning white. "He has been since I was a kid." His voice was thick with emotion, though he tried to control it; still staring at the screen. You felt your eyes sting, biting your bottom lip so as to not let it tremble. "He's the reason my-" He couldn't finish, snapping his gaze from the TV and standing. 

Abruptly, he moved off the bed, clenched fists at his side as he faced away from you. You slid off the bed as well, but you did nothing more, in fear that if you got too close that Billy would close back up and or leave. 

"Billy, you don't have to continue." You spoke softly, watching as Billy only shook his head.

"I hate him." He muttered, his voice matching your own. You took your chance to walk closer, going around his side to stand in front of him. 

His expression broke you. That charming smile, mischievous glint in his eyes, it was all gone. In its place, was a broken young man, who just wanted to love and to be loved. 

Reaching out, you cupped his cheek, Billy's eyes closing before you dropped your hand to instead circle your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Billy slowly did the same, his arms wrapping tightly around you, his hands resting on your back; fingers gripping your sweater with a death grip. 

He dug his face into your neck, letting out a shaky breath. It didn't take long until you felt his tears seeping into the soft fabric of your sweater, which only made you hold him tighter. 

The world was so cruel to him.

~~~

People still didn't believe that you and Billy were an item, more so at school. It annoyed you, but you ignored it, like you did with most things at school. Billy seemed to pay it no mind whatsoever. 

He'd go about his day like nothing happened. His arm looped over your shoulders as he walked you to class, lunch, to his car. He'd still do everything like he had before, minus flirting with others. He ignored every flutter of eyelashes and moved away from every suggestive arm caress. To some people, it seemed Billy was slowly changing to be a one gal guy. And people would look, stare, gossip. And that was the worst part, the gossip. 

"Oh, they won't last more than a month."

"A week tops! I heard that she's paying him to pretend to be her boyfriend."

"I don't know why Billy is wasting his time. He should be with me."

But all that didn't matter. What mattered was you and Billy. 

And you missed him. While you were stuck at home, dying of heat stroke, and Billy was at the pool, dying of heat stroke… Really, you could've been dying together. 

But no, he had to work. In the one place that you hated going to. The one place that you swore you'd never walk into voluntarily. Until today, right now.

Letting out a groan, you stood up, your skin sticking a bit to the couch as you did so. Trudging through the house, you continued to fan yourself as you climbed up the stairs and headed up to your room. 

Digging through your closet, you pulled out a small cardboard box. Rifling through it, you pulled out your old bathing suit. Lifting it up, you tilted your head before nodding; it should still fit. 

Grabbing your canvas tote bag, you stuffed your suit, and whatever else you needed into it before you left.

The drive was nothing more than relaxing. You turned the cold air all the way up, but you wished that the drive was longer. 

Your nerves had begun to overwhelm you once you parked. Looking out your driver's side window, you could already hear the screaming of children. It was going to be a nightmare… But less so since Billy was there. 

Letting out a breath, you pushed the door open, instantly hissing at the hot rays of the sun that were hitting you. Blinking your eyes, you begrudgingly shut your car door and walked over to the open gate.

Immediately, you felt tense. Feeling people's eyes upon you, even when they weren't even looking. The prickling on the back of your neck sent a chill down your spine. Swallowing thickly, you stepped in further, your eyes quickly finding Billy sitting on the lifeguard tower. 

You felt a breath leave you as you walked over, stopping to stand beside the tower. And though your nerves had died down somewhat from just being near Billy, the pool in front of you did not help. 

Looking up, you observed Billy. How he sort of slouched in his chair, legs spread, eyes surveying the pool goers, absentmindedly biting on the tip of his pool whistle. The sun beating down on him, a stern look on his face. It made you smile lightly, almost forgetting that you were even in Hawkins pool. Who gave him permission to be so God damn stunning? 

"Hey… B." You spoke up, quickly gaining the attention of the dirty blonde. 

He whipped his head around and down, his serious expression slipping away into a grin once he saw you. "Hey there, gorgeous." He greeted you before climbing down the lifeguard tower ladder. "What are you doing here? I thought you hated the pool." He continued once he was standing before you, giving you a slow once-over, chewing on some gum. 

You shrugged, "I missed you." Glancing around, you pivoted your weight from one foot to the other before looking back over at him. "... Aren't you supposed to be up in the tower, watching people?" You asked as you raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile slowly crawling on your face.

Billy only shook his head, his grin widening as he glanced around the pool, "I can watch them all perfectly fine from right here." He spoke, looking back at you before gesturing to your bag. "You swimming?" 

Smile faltered slightly, you shook your head. "I won't swim, but I'll definitely stand in it. It's so hot out." You glanced at the sky briefly, squinting, "Too hot."

Billy hummed, and again, you didn't miss the way his eyes raked over you. "Well, I'll watch out for you. Give you mouth to mouth if something bad happens."

Letting out a small laugh, you shook your head, "Yeah, sure, okay."

"Seriously," Billy answered, pointing a finger at you, a hardly stern look on his face, "Be safe."

You wanted to say that you'd be fine, it was just a pool after all, but you knew better. You'd make sure that you weren't close to the deep end, you knew that there was a steep decline into the deep water… And well, not knowing how to swim would probably be a problem at that point. 

But you only nodded, your smile softening, "I promise. I'll be fine." 

Turning around, you headed off to the changing rooms, but right before you could take your first step, you felt Billy take your hand; tugging you back around to face him. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but Billy didn't give you a chance. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, physically melting as you let out a sigh. 

You felt dazed when he pulled back, a teasing grin on his face as he looked down at you. "See you in a minute, sunshine." He spoke, and you nodded; almost floating as you walked off to the changing rooms, hardly noticing some of the neighborhood mother's glares. 

You were on cloud nine, your mind completely glossing over you putting on your bathing suit until you stepped back out. You fell right down at the overwhelming sight of all the people. 

Did they multiply when you were in there?

Letting out a breath, you walked over to the steps of the pool, carefully stepping in, you were immediately greeted with the sweet chill of the water. Pushing away from the railing, you swerved past a couple of kids, mothers with their younger children and toddlers before finding yourself in the section of the pool where you felt the safest - the water hitting just below your chest. 

Looking up, your eyes met Billy's stare. At you spotting him on his perch, he let a small smirk find its way on his face; winking. You didn't even realize that you were smiling, shyly looking away and just chilling near the edge of the pool, back pressed to the concrete. 

It hadn't even been more than ten minutes when a few kids were splashing around near you, pushing each other by the shoulders into the water, only to pop up; their laughter merging with the already loud atmosphere. 

To get away from them, you slid to the side a few steps, wiping away the bits of water that managed to land on your face from their havoc. Though refreshing, it was a tad bit annoying. 

A sharp whistle rang out through the air, grabbing your attention and everyone else’s, “Hey, gasbags!” Billy yelled out at the kids that were rough-housing near you; they looked up at him in what seemed to be fear, “Don’t make me ban you from the pool!”

After that, you had grown less anxious by a considerable amount. You would feel your heart rate accelerate when someone got too close or when you accidentally made eye contact with someone as you were surveying the pool - awkward. But, for the most part, you were enjoying yourself, to the extent that you were in the perfect spot to casually look up and see Billy only feet away.

You only snapped your gaze away from your boyfriend when you felt something bump into you. You stumbled slightly to the side before fumbling backward. Your eyes widened as you felt yourself falling backwards, arms flailing, your feet dropping past the cliff in the pool.

You crashed to the water, slowly sinking to the bottom. Your mind had frozen, totally out of control as everything muffled around you. Your eyes were screwed shut, your mouth closed with the little bit of air you were able to gulp down in the process of falling. 

At the tightening of your chest, your eyes flew open, panic settling in. You tried to look around, the chlorine burning your eyes as you watched peoples' legs kick around in the water; like from a scene in Jaws. 

Trying to propel yourself up with your arms, you finally reached the bottom. Thrashing your arms, you pushed off the bottom of the pool with your legs, trying to reach up to break the surface, but it seemed so far away. When really, if you only had a bit more time, one last push would've made you break the surface. 

You felt tired, your chest burning as were your lungs and throat. Your eyes drooped, and suddenly, you inhaled. You felt like you were drowning. You were drowning. As the water filled your lungs, you watched with blurry vision as bubbles floated up to the dimming surface above. 

Your ringing ears slowly faded, your vision with it. And for some odd reason… You felt at peace.

With the little bit of consciousness that you had left, you felt something grab you and pull you up. What felt like hours, had only been a minute.

Suddenly, your eyes opened, and you turned on your side as pool water expelled from your mouth with force. You coughed, chest heaving as you choked on the remaining water in your mouth; the taste was foul. 

You felt a hand on your back - rubbing soothing circles - a voice speaking to you, or trying to. It was hard to make out what they were saying. Slowly, you were moved back to your back, your droopy eyes blinked heavily as you stared up at the person over you. 

Slowly but surely, your vision got better, allowing you to see a very distressed Billy. His mouth was moving, talking to you, no… Yelling. But your mind couldn't process it. What was he saying?

He lightly tapped your cheek with his palm, just as your hearing began to return, you suddenly felt really tired and your throat burned. Little droplets fell from his wet curls, landing on your neck and cheeks. 

"Y/N, can you hear me now?" He asked, and you nodded slowly. You watched as he let out a big sigh, taking you in his arms and helping you sit up. His warm hands, wet with the same pool water brushed over your face, pushing back your wet hair. His blue eyes, hurriedly and worriedly, checked over you swiftly for any sign of cuts, bruises before checking you for a concussion; which you did not have thankfully. "You scared me for a minute." He muttered, "Do you think you can stand up?" 

You opened your mouth to speak, "B…" Your throat burned, screaming out to you to stop, and so you did, just nodding instead.

"I know, I know…" Sowly, Billy helped you stand up, your hands holding onto his arms tightly. His hands gripped your waist and lower back, just in case he would have to catch you. That's when you noticed everyone staring. Everyone was watching you, everything was deathly quiet. You ducked your head down, as if that would help, closing your eyes tight, you felt your chest tighten once more. Billy, being the super attentive boyfriend he was, immediately noticed your oncoming panic attack, quickly and carefully leading you to the first aid room near the pool office and changing rooms. "Take my shift, Heather." He grumbled, passing the other lifeguard.

Looking up from the office window, she watched as Billy passed with you beside him. Huffing, she stood, "You owe me." She muttered before leaving the office to take his place as the lifeguard. 

Billy quickly opened the first aid room. It was bigger than a typical Janitor's closet, but small enough that it couldn't fit more than probably twenty people; if they all squished together shoulder to shoulder.

Sitting you down on a chair, you leaned back against the back of it, your head tilting to the side, your ear pressed to your shoulder. You watched as Billy pulled a large towel from a shelf, turned towards you and wrapped you in it. Rubbing his hands up and down your upper arms, Billy's eyes flickered over your face, the same distressed expression on his face. "Y/N, talk to me."

You blinked, lifting your head slightly, "I- I am never going into that pool again." You muttered, your voice still a bit rough, but getting better. 

And from your response, Billy cracked a small smile, a real, fond one. "You don't ever have to. You can sunbathe. Or, hell, bring a book with you if you want."

You nodded slowly, allowing yourself to smile, "That's a good idea."

Sighing, Billy pressed his hand into your cheek before grabbing the edge of the towel and gently drying your face and then hair. "When I said that I'd love to give you mouth to mouth… I didn't mean when you were drowning." He tried to joke, but inside he was still panicking. 

You did your best to do the same. You knew that if you started freaking out, then Billy would too. "I'm okay. I'm just tired." You blinked your burning eyes. "I think I want to go home." You murmured, and Billy nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, let's get you home." Helping you stand, he then helped get your things, and grabbed his, before punching out and leaving for your car. 

Buckling you in, you took his hand, "What about your car?" You had asked, but Billy shook his head.

"It'll be fine for tonight." He shut the passenger side door before hopping into the front seat. "You're more important." He muttered, and you almost didn't hear it once he turned the engine on. 

The entire drive home was silent. A tense fog in the air, breathable, but anxiety-filled. You wondered if he was angry at you, which you knew was ridiculous, but the thought popped into your head anyway. But the grip he had on your thigh, tight but comfortable, brought you out of that negative headspace. Your hand carefully laid over his, your thumb brushing along his knuckles. Pressing the side of your cheek into the passenger side window, you let yourself shut your eyes. 

~~~

When you next awoke, you were in your bed. Billy nowhere in sight. Blinking, you stared up at your creme ceiling, your fingers gently brushing up on your warm, blue comforter. And suddenly, you felt hot.

Kicking off the blankets, you at least kept part of the sheet near your feet, observing your yellow sleep shorts and one of Billy's shirts on you. Thank God you weren't still in that bathing suit. At this point, you wanted to burn it. Pushing your hands against your bed, you propped yourself up, scooting backward and leaning back on the headboard. Swallowing, you coughed lightly, taking a glance and noticing a small glass of water on your bedside table. 

Taking it, you took small sips, allowing your mind to process what had happened. You almost drowned. Billy saved you. You are alive. You are home. You replayed those words over and over in your head, trying to tell yourself that everything was okay. You were safe. 

At the light knock at your door, you looked up as it opened, Billy pausing briefly, meeting your eyes before walking in. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at you, less worried, but with that same look in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, and you nodded. "Your mom said you were, her being a nurse and all."

You bit your lip briefly at the thought of Billy bringing you home and making sure you were alright with the help of your mom. "Yeah," You took his hand into yours, "I'm okay. Thanks to you."

Billy pursed his lips, eyes hardening ever so slightly as he turned his head to stare down onto his lap. He said nothing for a moment, his grip tightening in your hold slightly. "Why didn't you tell me that you couldn't swim?" He then asked, and you sighed, biting your bottom lip.

"It's embarrassing." You muttered, feeling your eyeballs sting with salty tears. "And I only went to get out of the heat. I didn't plan on going out that far, honest. I just tripped." You spoke, rushed, making Billy turn to look up at you.

"I'm not angry at you, if that's what you're thinking." He remarked, and you stopped, looking up at him. "I'm angry at myself. I should've kept my eyes on you like I said I would."

Shaking your head, you gave him a smile, "You didn't know that I can't swim. None of this is your fault." You shrugged a shoulder, “Plus, if you were watching me the entire time, you wouldn’t be protecting everyone else.”

After a few moments of silence, of gazing into each other's eyes, he spoke, "I'm giving you lessons." He gestured to the door, "Your mom, she was pissed when I told her what happened. She asked me to teach you."

Huffing, you rolled your eyes. "I never want to swim or even go near that pool again." You groaned, and Billy nodded.

"You never have to, but I'll gladly teach you only when you want to learn." He answered, earning a hesitant nod from you.

Another moment passed, "Thank you, Billy." You whispered, sniffling lightly as you looked at him.

His smile, small but genuine, sent shivers down your spine, "Don't mention it." He muttered, leaning forward to press his lips to the center of your forehead. Tracing his fingers along your cheek, you pressed your hand to his, keeping it on your cheek.

"Are you staying the night?" You alee softly, and Billy smirked, his half-lidded eyes bored into yours.

"I was planning on it." He leaned back down to brush his lips against yours. "Any movie suggestions?" 

Shutting your eyes, you answered, "Anything but Jaws." 

[dieaverage]

ROSE-COLORED BOY — eddie munson x female reader

chapter three — an encounter

word count: 3.3k+

PREVIOUS | NEXT

author’s note: taking a much needed trip back to the fateful summer of 1983 to establish eddie and daphne’s origin story as well as taking any opportunity given to shit on billy hargrove. thank you for the love on the first two chapters it makes my heart feel all fuzzy. likes, reblogs, and !!comments!! are beyond appreciated. talk to me! ok without further ado, enjoy :)

cw: billy hargrove, detailing of emotional and physical violence, lots of expletives, mentions of blood, bruising, etc.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳

You had only half-anticipated that the yellow tinge of solicitous headlights would eventually illuminate the moonlit country road you found yourself trailing alongside on your defiant mission of return (or escape, if the shoe fits) to the Byers household. On the bright side, it was a good thing you had never developed much of a taste for gambling in your more insubordinate days.

He wasn’t chasing after you anymore. An astounding revelation, seeing as you had always been so unbearably easy for him to pursue. Despite your unrelenting resistance, your ceaseless efforts to present an entirely autarkic vision of yourself to the world (or Hawkins, at the very least), Eddie saw irrevocably through all of it, like he was the world’s most powerful x-ray machine and you the most trepidacious patient. He saw you with uncompromisingly microscopic vision. How much you hurt, a state he was all too familiar with himself, and yet, he found himself with an overwhelming compulsion to consume yours whole. To erase any evidence that anyone or anything had ever been responsible for evoking negativity in you.

You couldn’t blame him if he no longer had such preservative impulses.

You were his best friend, as much as he was yours. An indestructible bond that no one else in Hawkins ever quite seemed to wrap their heads around.

“Daph, isn’t he a little… peculiar?” you recalled Nancy’s timid confrontation of you on one of the more temperature summer’s nights in Hawkins.

SUMMER, 1983.

“Peculiar how?”

“She means he’s a freak, Daphne,” Jonathan retorts, “in fact, he’s the freak. Everyone knows it.”

“Did everyone know that you were Nancy Wheeler’s creepy little stalker boy when you were following her around Hawkins with your camera last winter?”

Your retaliation earns a dyad of giggles from none other than Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, who had perched themselves on two of the smoother rocks on the Wheeler’s lawn in what was one of countless late night discussions had between the five of you.

“Exactly!” You refute after your previous remark receives nothing more than a pair of flushed cheeks on the faces of both Nancy and Jonathan who had been attached at the hip for months now. You loved to stir the pot with them on a regular day, as neither of them seemingly wished to grow a backbone when it came to their situation, and it irked you to no end, but you especially enjoyed doing so when it was the integrity of your friendship with Eddie that came into question. “Everyone gets it wrong sometimes. Right? And they’re wrong about him. You guys are wrong about him! Okay, he’s… he’s a really good guy. The best.”

Your rare display of unadulterated sincerity plasters a smirk across Nancy’s face. You had originally encountered Nancy through your mutual interest in the school newspaper, and having had your ears talked off by Will about his older brother’s unrequited interest in her, you felt it only right to put it in a good word or ten. You never expected to strike up a genuine friendship, but it happened, and in all those years, all the dusk-to-dawn conversations about the limitless supply of boys that Hawkins had to offer, she noticed that she had never seen your face light up quite like it does when you talk about Eddie. It’s also why Jonathan had earned many’s the discreet thwack to the side of his head at her hands when he decided to express his inhibitions regarding your fixation with the Munson boy. Brotherly duties and whatnot.

“Look, Daph, all Jonathan is saying is that you should probably keep some pepper-spray handy in your purse when you go to visit.”

Second thwack of the night goes to Steve Harrington, though this time dealt by his partner-in-idiocy Robin.

“Guys, come on, I’ve seen him in band, and sure, he’s, like, a liiittle weird but he’s not, like, psycho-killer weird or anything like that, I mean, at least I don’t think so, and I’d like to say I’m a pretty good judge of chara-”

“Thank you, Robin!” You throw in an equally appreciative wink along with your interruption.

“How did you guys even meet again, anyway?” Robin ponders innocently, fortuitously shifting the absolute attention of the probing quartet once again onto you, eliciting nervous giggles from what felt like the pits of your stomach.

“I’ve had pet goldfish with better memories than y’all. I sat beside him in third period. English with Mrs. O’Donnell, you know that woman loves a good seating chart. He made a couple pitiful jokes at the expense of the subject, I mean, it was clear he was just struggling, really, because who hates English class?” Your rhetorical question earning a scoff from Steve which is quickly stifled on his making contact with your glaring eyes. “As I was saying… being the charitable, amiable, upstanding citizen that I am, I offered my help. And we got to talking. Annndddd it turned out that he’s actually a lot of fun. That’s all.”

Your story seems to satisfy all but Nancy, whose inquisitive stare unnerves you ever so slightly. It wasn’t a lie, you had sat next to him in third period, courtesy of the all-knowing Mrs. O’Donnell, and he had made some, by your account, excruciatingly unfunny jokes regarding the content of her teaching, though they went unchallenged by you at the time.

It wasn’t until you started frequenting the Hargrove residence in Forest Hills trailer park that your paths warranted any sort of intersection.

You had already racked up somewhat of a reputation for yourself by the end of your second year at Hawkins High School, though admittedly a lot of it had your precarious familial situation to thank rather than the consequences of your own perceived mutiny. It also helped that you were relatively developed for a sophomore.

Nevertheless, such notoriety went least of all unnoticed by Billy Hargrove, Hawkins’ resident antagonist, and quite possibly the only teenager in town with more of an unbridled temper than you. He was the town's self-proclaimed bad boy, a technicality which only made him all the more enchanting to you, and it all the more staggering when his steely blue Camaro finally approached you on one swelteringly warm day after school.

“Hey, Byers.”

The sheer improbability of the event unfolding undoubtedly lent itself to your impressive retention of poise. If you had had even a couple seconds more to digest the implications of this interaction, you’d already be face down on the concrete.

“Daphne, right?”

A few meditated moments pass before you decide to satisfy his question with a, “And you are?”.

This receives a hearty yet unsettling chuckle from your newly acquired admirer. “The baddest son of a bitch in this town.”

His words bit, with a tenacity that you found as exhilarating as it was terrifying. You gulped in an attempt to suppress the latter, which only encouraged his neutralising temperament.

“Pretty girl like you has no business traipsing through the woods on a day like that. Get in.” Perhaps the underlying menacing intonation which he carried in every sentence would have stood out more had Billy Hargrove not just called you pretty. Needless to say, you got in without any further encouragement, and in the weeks that followed, it would’ve taken more convincing to get you out of the passenger side.

May and June passed by blissfully, albeit not without their fair share of “lovers’ quarrels”, part and parcel of being in a flourishing relationship, you thought. It often led you to reflect on your own relationship with your mother, how remorseless physical and verbal exchanges were subsequently chalked down to spawning from a place of intimacy. You felt that this must be no different. This must be love, too.

It was an uncharacteristically rainy afternoon in July when you had finally plucked up the courage to confess the depth of your feelings to Billy, as if the skies were plotting against you from the moment you had departed the shelter of the Byers’ house. ‘Oh well, nothing says ‘grand gesture’ better than an ardent walk in the rain, right?’ you assured yourself. Let it be known, meteorological foreshadowing is no joke.

By the time you had reached the trailer park the careful curation of your soft mousy curls had been well and truly obliterated by the unrelenting clouds which now possessed a colour similar to that of Billy’s Camaro which remained idle in the drive. You had strategically recalled Billy’s suggestive mentioning that his father would be out of town this week for work as you approached the trailer door. Before your feet could even make contact with the front stoop, the door swung open with a swift tug, revealing a toned arm which you knew belonged to none other than the man of the hour, and an unfamiliar blonde who propelled herself from underneath it onto the porch with a few heedless stumbles.

“Hope I didn’t tire him out too much on you, honey!” she slurred as she tottered past your stationary frame and behind the rows of trailers, though you were too fixed on the image of his antagonising grin from the doorway to pay her any mind.

When you finally muster up the strength to address him, your faltering voice instantly betrays you, much to your contempt. “What’s she talking about, Billy?”

“Do you need me to spell it out for you, Daphne?” His cadence had always been effortlessly degrading, though it never quite seemed to agitate you like it was currently, evident by the growing pools of water behind your eyes. “Oh come on, don’t fucking look at me like that. That’s so fucked up.”

“I mean, fuck me, for someone who walks ‘round like the town slut you’re not too crazy about giving it out. A man has needs.”

“Yeah?” you half-giggle as you inch closer to him, near implosion, “You think your daddy would pat you on the back for that one?”

“She speaks! Even when she should know to shut the fuck up-”

He can barely conclude before the brutal imprint of your hand adorns the side of his face. The act of which leaves the two of you temporarily lost for words. You knew you were going to be sorry for that one.

His inexorable grip on your wrists as he dragged you beyond the confidentiality of the front door signalled that he was riled up beyond revocation. The bruises made themselves known as they settled into the sparse skin on your arms, though without substantial discomfort. It was too familiar a sensation to cause you the desired level of torment he wished to inflict on you.

He was sure one abrasive blow to your face would satisfy that.

As pools of blood decorated the hardwood floor of the Hargrove residence, so did the fractals of your thoroughly shattered heart. That, and of the porcelain vase you had impulsively reached for and hurled moments prior once you had deciphered his plan of action.

Silence irrevocably engulfed the room as attempted to survey the damage, though your eyes seemed to penetrate directly through his perturbingly noiseless shape. Even he had underestimated his own capabilities. Nevertheless, he proceeded to drop one terminating, contentious nail in the romantic coffin.

“I’d call your mommy for you but she gives less of a shit about you than I do.”

The sound of subsiding footsteps indicated to you that he had drifted into his bedroom, something your eyes couldn’t do what with the ceaseless flood of tears which impaired your vision and stung as it flowed down the edge of your bloodied jaw. The ferocious slamming of a door confirmed it. He had left you, emotionally, and physically as you carried your beaten figure out of the trailer without the risk of any further altercation.

Any hopes of escaping the trailer park without detection and retreating into the woods for an undisclosed amount of time to wallow seemed immediately dashed, however, once you caught glimpses of frayed denim and shaggy hair intertwined through your still weeping eyes stood directly opposite the street under shelter from the unyielding rainfall.

“Are you okay, ma’am? Ma’am?”

Don’t engage, don’t engage, don’t engage, you assure yourself, proceeding to pad across the drenched concrete, though your efforts are futile, for mere seconds elapse before the unkempt mane on legs is stood centimetres from your now alarmingly swollen face.

“Daphne?”

He knows my name?

“Holy shit.” His hand thoughtlessly but tactfully rises to caress your bulging cheekbone, the warmth of his touch sending shivers throughout your body, completely oblivious of the apparent effect it has on you, still captivated by the aquamarine palette adorning the left side of your face. “What the fuck happened? Did he do that to you?”

Despite regaining total cognisance several minutes ago at this stage, and try as you might, you fail to proffer any form of verbal response to his inquiries. Rapid blinking of the eyes is all you seem to be able to muster up in return to his own captivating, chocolatey stare, which seems to communicate far more efficiently than his exasperating mouth ever has.

“C’mon, you’re gonna, fucking, lose all cognitive functioning or some shit if you stand out here any longer. Jesus Christ, that’s a nasty fucking cut.” Your visible concern at the palpable calamity in his voice does not go unnoticed as he desperately tries to de-escalate the situation, “I mean, uh, it looks great, I mean, no, it doesn’t, but, you, uh- still look great. I mean you look totally fine and normal like you always do but, uh, we’ve just gotta get some ice on that like yesterday.”

A giggle escapes your lips. Finally, he thought.

“Come on.” He exaggeratedly yet warmly extends a hand as if he’s just arrived to escort you to your horse-drawn carriage rather than up the decrepit steps of his trailer and into the kitchen where he keeps his emergency first-aid kit. You admired his ability to glamorise what was a deeply unalluring situation.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve finally found refuge from the soul-sucking downpours of both your (ex-? you decided it was safe to say, yes, ex-)boyfriend’s unparalleled rage and the dismal Hawkins weather, but suddenly, in one sweeping fashion, you finally appear to have regained all senses. Including your renowned mouthing abilities.

“Hey, look, I’m fine, so I’m gonna go. You’re gonna have to find somebody else to play hospital with.”

He lets you get as far as the front door before he retorts from behind the countertop, still rummaging through cupboards in search of anything which might provide you relief, “You gonna go out in that?”

One sorrowful glance outside from you immediately won him this round. Ugh.

“Jesus, nobody told me Hawkins had a fucking monsoon.”

Your earnest remark elicits a chuckle from your new friend, who finally emerges from his hiding place to deliver, “Oh yeah, god, haven’t you heard about climate change? It’s taking Indiana by storm, literally.”

“Oh, brilliant work.”

“Thank you, thank you. I’m here all week. Unless you’re Hawkins PD, in which case my name is Tommy Hagan.”

An eruption of laughter escapes from both of you as you now stand at either side of the countertop.

“Oh, but since you’re not, I’m Eddie, by the way, Eddie M-”

“Munson. I know.”

“You do?”

“Duh. English? Third period. We sat beside eachother everyday. Jesus, I know I can be a bit of a bitch but I’m not blind.”

“Huh. I just figured when you never laughed at any of my jokes-”

“That’s ‘cause they were shit, Munson.”

He hastily drives clenched fists into his chest as if attempting some comedic imitation of a knife to the heart before eloquently tumbling onto the ground. “There it is! Right for the jugular. Ouch. Maybe I need these more than you do.” He waves the bag of frozen peas in front of your eyes teasingly before you promptly lean across to snatch them from him, enhancing the already plastered smirk on his face.

You wince as the unwelcome chill comes into contact with the already pulsating contusion. Eddie steps forward to once again get a more detailed view of the area. “Shit, I have no clue how you’re not bawling your eyes out right now.”

“‘Cause I’m a girl?”

“‘Cause I’d totally be.”

“Stillll not really answering my question, Munson.”

With an overstated eye roll, he opens his mouth to offer an equally witty reply until he notices the gash stretching down a considerable patch of your forearm. “Shit.”

“What is it?” you inquire with panic creeping back into your voice one again.

“No, it’s nothing, don’t worry.” he does a good job of assuring you because as soon as he utters the phrase don’t worry it’s as if any signs of distress are completely and perpetually expunged from your body. As if you’d never had a single thing to worry about in your entire life or never would again.

“This will sting a tiiiiny bit.” He warns before pressing the newly alcohol soaked cotton pad into the laceration you had no idea you’d acquired. You wince ever so slightly at the sanitising sensation.

“Shark fight?” Eddie questions, in an attempt to distract from the discomfort.

“Something like that.”

“I’d hate to see the shark.” His perfectly timed quip paired with that immovable cheeky grin involuntarily sending faint flutters through your stomach.

A forceful knocking at the door sends both of you flying a few millimetres into the air. Be careful what you wish for, Eddie.

“Yyyyello?” He greets with a smile which is promptly wiped clean off his face once he is face to face with who he is greeting.

“Very funny, Daphne, very fucking funny.” He leers straight through Eddie right onto you and your renewed sense of intimidation. “You proved your point, now can we get the fuck out of this freak’s house?”

“I don’t think she needs to be going anywhere with you right now, man. Why don’t you just give her some time to cool off.” Eddie’s attempt at diffusion is admirable but ultimately ineffective, eliciting an unsettling cackle from the Hargrove boy.

“Look, she’s not gonna fuck you, freak, so cut the bullshit about her needs, and leave us the fuck alone before I give your devil-worshipping, deadbeat-dad having, Ozzy Osbourne looking ass something to put a hex on me for.”

“Oh, god, do you hear yourself, Billy? Satan himself wouldn’t dare touch your Mephistophelian ass for fear that you’d try and stage an uprising.”

As you slowly inch closer to the door, still shielded behind Eddie’s authoritative stance, Billy catches the full effects of his earlier mistreatment of painted across the middle of your face. “Ho-o-oly shit, I got you good, didn’t I? I’m sorry, babe, but you were kind of asking for it, being such a bitc-”

A well-timed collision of Eddie’s fist with Billy’s oscillating head knocks the remainder of his sentence out onto the porch along with what was left of his inflated ego. “Get the fuck out of my house.” He demands with one final shove onto the seeping ground, chanting gibberish he apparently intends to resemble some passage from one of his more frequented Satanic rituals, the sight of which is enough to send Billy cowering away from the trailer park, to your astonishment. How did… he… scare away… him?

“Having a reputation as the town freak has its moments.” He grins non-chalantly after evidently reading your mind before gently shutting the door and returning to the kitchen where he retrieves another undisclosed bag of frozen food, this time for his own injury.

“What was that you were saying about a shark?” You joke.

“He swam off. I don’t know, guess he had bigger fish to fry.”

“How would a shark ha-”

“So are gonna tell me how you actually cut your arm?”

“I… might have thrown a vase at him.”

“Hmm. Very metal.” A safe alternative to what is really Eddie’s first thought, which is ‘Fuck, that’s so hot’.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳

final author’s note: i adoreeee cornball eddie <3 i also think that somehow somewhere there is deleted footage of him chasing billy away by shouting made up spells at him because he knows he’d shit himself if he actually came into contact with the dark arts. @duffer brothers i know you have what i want.

taglist &lt;3: @yelyahpfa @avalon-wolf

[meet-me-backstage]

⎈

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma, which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 🦇 5K words

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 🦇 mention of drugs, bad language and a little bit of bullying / teasing.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

🦇 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟐 🦇

"Over here, little miss!" Rebecca, your older sister called out from the middle table of the cafeteria, her voice standing out amongst the mumbles of the large room. Her confidence shone in her voice, not caring about her surroundings.

It was your first day at high school, September 8th, 1981. To jumping swiftly out of your sister's silver Ford Sierra and roaming the corridors, to finding your way to your first class, you immediately noticed the difference between middle and high school - everyone was taller, older students were walking around like they owned the place... it was also a maze.

You took a quick look around the cafeteria, everyone was split based on their interests, reputation - one group were wearing matching t-shirts with 'Hellfire Club' written on them. You were most curious about that table, the 'Hellfire' table, noticing a boy with short-ish dark curly hair, he seemed familiar.

"Are you coming or what?" Rebecca called again, playfully shaking her head.

The loud sound of Rebecca's voice distracting you from your thoughts as you watched the boy at the 'Hellfire' table - you shook your head and realised that you hadn't been the only one who'd been alerted by the sound of Rebecca's voice, the boy had been too... but he wasn't looking at Rebecca, he was looking at you, probably because he'd seen you staring and figured he was to blame for stopping you in your tracks - he looked... petrified, his eyes were wide... he was questioning you looking at him, also thinking 'don't look at me, don't bring unwanted attention to me'.

"Yeah, I'm coming," you became flustered, shaking your head half-heartedly before joining your sister at the table of cheerleaders and jocks.

Rebecca was sat next to her boyfriend, Alex, who she'd been friends with from the beginning of middle school - they started dating in their freshman year of high school and had been together since, now they were both starting junior year together, happy as ever - they were the perfect couple and most of the female students swooned over their relationship or were jealous of it - it led to a perfect reputation for them in high school and in middle school.

You sat beside Rebecca after she'd patted a spare seat. A majority of the table was taken by the cheerleaders and basketball team for Hawkins High because Rebecca was the head cheerleader, Alex was the captain of the basketball team - perfection.

You smiled sheepishly at the stereotypically athletic-looking girls and boys, you’d be lying if you weren’t a little intimidated... you recognised Heather Holloway, your neighbour, and received a small fake smile from her, which made you nervously look down.

"Hey, you okay?" Rebecca turns to you after speaking to Alex about their date plans after school, they still held hands with intertwined fingers.

Your hands clung onto each other on your lap, "Yeah, wicked," you flashed your sister a solemn smile, and received a dumbfounded look from Rebecca.

All you could think about was Mason, your big brother - who'd left Hawkins during summer break... he'd skipped senior year and your mom and dad were furious to say the least, but you were just... sad, he would have been here for you today - you knew he would've ruffled your hair and said something funny like 'high school is like moving from a potty to a toilet - don't take it too seriously, superstar.'

He'd been your biggest unconditional supporter, fan, friend and influence ever since you could remember - your sister a close second, minus the 'unconditional' part.

"Is that all? Wicked?" Rebecca giggles, "How are you finding it? The school I mean, isn't it great?" Rebecca truly loved being at Hawkins High... everyone loved her, her relationship, her good grades and behaviour - those who didn't she'd say were 'jealous'. When she saw that you were giving her a dead behind the eyes look, Rebecca rolled her eyes, "Picture it like - a," she thinks, biting her lip, "Like a clean slate - or like the leftover pancake you didn't have this morning that you scraped off and into the bin - leaving you a-," her voice rises, encouraging you to finish her sentence.

Your eyebrows raise and you smile cheekily, "Whole lot of washing up to do after school?"

Rebecca let out a strained laugh and politely covered her mouth, "An empty plate," she states seriously, leaning slightly closer, grinning.

She's being weird, way too nice to me... you thought before realising why. To stop me from causing her any embarrassment. "So in other words - join the cheerleader - pack and eventually become the head once you leave, gush over the boys in the basketball team and maybe date one - have everyone want to be friends with me... pass with flying colors?" You speak playfully, full of sarcasm.

"Don't put it like that, little miss," Rebecca tuts. You cringe at the nickname, "I just want you to start on the right foot because high school can be intense if you don't. You might wind up with the - wrong people," her eyes avert to a table, you were curious to look, "Subtle," she whispers... it was the 'Hellfire' table.

"They look harmless to me, Becky," you shrug.

"That's the problem - they look harmless," Rebecca looks back at you.

Your brows furrow, you were impressionable and vulnerable in your new surroundings so you actively listened, "Okay then, give me the gory details and I'll decide whether they are dangerous freaks or just harmless nerds."

"Wellll - the leader of the 'cult' is Caleb 'the monster' Moore, a senior - the others are like his - worshippers or something, anyway, he's the master. Next to him is Eddie 'the freak' Munson and it's rumored that he'll take over this devil worship cult thing they've got going on - he's also just started a drug business so - just steer clear, okay?"

Though you were shocked at the 'cult' aspect of the explanation, the drug business was the most realistic part, so you picked on that, "Shouldn't someone report him - for starting a drug business? If he has?"

Rebecca gave you an 'are you serious?' look, "Have you got a death wish? You'd snitch on the deputy cult leader?" You continued to look at her with worry, "Trust me, most of us know about this but no one says anything for that exact reason - and also because some people like to buy drugs from him at parties," she shrugs.

"So - they're terrified that he's this devil worshipper, but they'll buy his drugs? And he's what - a junior?" You question, your eyebrows furrowed.

"Precisely."

"Makes sense," you nod, looking at the 'Hellfire' table, trying to be discreet about it because deep down you had been unsettled by Rebecca's words.

"Look, it's just a rumor - nothing's been proved about the devil worship thing, it's what my friends told me and now it's just a - thing... they're the freaks and what they do has got nothing to do with us," Rebecca's expression was serious and she gave you a warning stare, saying 'if you go anywhere near them it'll be me you should be afraid of'.

You look down, nervous, "M-mhm."

Rebecca continued to look at you, noticing your unkempt hair.

Rebecca reached forward to try and brush her fingers through your hair, only to receive a look that told her not to, but she did anyway, "You look pretty today, little miss - it's just - maybe, for the best you listen to mom... leave the whole - messy look in middle sch-."

"Becky!" A boy in the basketball team sat at the table interrupted, "You alive over there or have we lost you to a freshman?" He laughs and you look up at him, timid as ever - he looked like the average jock in every high school.

Rebecca rolls her eyes and playfully leans forward towards her friends, her dark brown hair swaying elegantly, "This isn't just any freshman, Sean - this is my er - sister, little miss," her voice lowers, looking down.

Sean looked at you, confused, "You didn't tell us you had a little sister," he starts to smile, holding in a laugh at the sight of you. You’d expected this treatment, it wasn't like you imagined being welcomed with open arms into the popular crowd because your sister was one of them, "Hi, little miss."

You cringe again, "Nice to meet you, Sean-ie," he didn't seem to understand your sarcasm and he looked at his popular friends for reassurance, but they were glaring at you.

You felt unsettled under their gazes, Rebecca looked humiliated.

"Hey, she’s staying whether you guys like it or not," Alex interrupts, waving his hands in front of his friends faces after noticing Rebecca's face hidden in her hands. Alex was reasonable underneath the popular persona, you were thankful that out of all of the basketball team, Rebecca was dating the kindest - even though you had to third-wheel on rides home or at home watching a movie... you smiled at Alex, he looked at you, smiling reassuringly.

"Relax, Al - she is cool to stay here," another basketball team player speaks up - you could tell because of the green, white and yellow outfits they wore, it matched the cheerleader's outfits.

You smiled, feeling like you were getting on the right side of your sister's friends, "Thanks?" You say unsurely, the compliment gave you more confidence, as did Alex, knowing he had your back. "I really like your basketball jerseys, they're so wicked. I love the murky green with the yellow on the numbers - I'd love to wear - it myself," you start to ramble and trail off at the end because you can see that the team are now looking at you funny... for being yourself.

The boy that once agreed that you were 'cool', was now holding in a snigger, "Wear this?" He gestures to his jersey and shorts arrogantly, "You're gonna have to grow some balls to do that," he starts to laugh now, as does Sean, which provokes giggles from the cheerleaders, including Heather, "You got a spare kit for her, Al?"

Alex started to look unsettled himself and he avoided eye contact with his friends, his curly blonde hair falling over his face, "Will you just shut up, dude?" He tried not to sound too intimidating - he knew he had a sense of authority over them being the captain, but he didn't seem to know how to deal with this situation, so he gave Rebecca a look, squeezing her hand. You noticed this and looked at Rebecca innocently.

Rebecca looked down, not knowing what to say... frustrated because you very clearly are a copy and paste of Mason... he'd influenced your 'boyish' attitude ever since you were little. Rebecca had to think of another way that would get you to fit in before you wound up even more like him.

Suddenly, and you could see this, a lightbulb lit up, "I know that you miss Mason, okay? I know, so do I - but it doesn't mean you have to be exactly like him and hate high school - think about the people here for you right now - like - like Chrissy! Have you seen her today? She wanted to talk to me about joining the cheer team - maybe you could come too? And then you'd be able to wear something - similar to the basketball team."

Chrissy had been a friend of yours since the very first year at middle school, towards the end of 6th grade. You met at the middle school talent show, you’d originally gone with Heather to audition, who was slightly older than you and in the 7th grade at the time - she was doing cheerleading and your act was shooting as many basketballs into the hoop in one minute.

🦇𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎🦇

Heather was nice to you outside of school just because she was a neighbour and was friends with Rebecca, but within school walls, Heather was not one for 'babysitting', she was quick to leave you on your own to go and hang out with the likes of Steve Harrington, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Tina Cline and Nicole Thomson, who were a mix of 7th or 8th grade - the popular crowd.

You were sat on the step-like seats alone in the sports hall to audition for the talent show. It had been decorated with sparkly banners and confetti - a table was set in the middle of the hall for the Principal, Mr Coleman, coach Kemp and the History teacher, Mrs Newton to judge each act.

The basketball Mason got you was hugged tightly between your arm and side until you started to get bored waiting for your name to be called, then the basketball was being bounced with your petite left hand - it was on a whim that you’d decided to have shooting hoops be your 'act', you knew that it wasn't 'girly', but it was something that you liked to do at home and your parents disapproved of it, well - your mom did, your dad was just protective... often he'd join you and Mason in the front yard to play basketball - sometimes getting odd looks from neighbours, including Heather.

The sound of the ball bouncing had caught other student's attention - you were usually extremely quiet, didn't have many friends and tried to cling onto Heather, which often didn't work. No one really knew you or tried to get to know you in your first year of middle school, so seeing you with a basketball was their first impression of you - you thought that it wouldn't be a massive deal and thought 'why would it be anyway?', students gave you odd looks - everyone but Chrissy Cunningham.

Chrissy had been alone too, stood in a yellow dress before deciding to approach you. She was in 6th grade too, a sweet and kind girl who had more friends than you did, and a good reputation - she reminded you of your older sister which scared you a little.

You noticed two feet in your eye-line and slowly look up, seeing Chrissy - you thought that Chrissy might've just approached to tell you to stop bouncing the ball, "Hi - er, it's okay I'll stop," you mumbled, placing the ball in your lap.

"Oh no, I just came here to say hi," Chrissy blushes and giggles softly, her whole demeanour very delicate, "Can I sit there?" She asks, pointing at the space next to you.

You were in disbelief, but figured that Chrissy was feeling pity towards you. You shrugged your shoulders, "Yeah, sure - 's not like anyone else would wanna sit here," you laugh half-heartedly.

"Well they definitely can't now because I'm here," Chrissy smiles sweetly, holding the edges of the step with both of her hands.

You chuckle and look down at the basketball in your lap, "Good one."

It falls silent between you and Chrissy taps her sneaker-clad feet on the floor, "So, I'm guessing basketball is your act?" She doesn't laugh, or give you a weird look, she just smiles.

You nod, briefly looking at Chrissy before looking back down, "Yeah, people think it's kinda weird, right?"

Chrissy purses her lips and shakes her head, "Not really, I like anything athletic - they've just got a weird attitude I guess," she shrugs and gestures towards some students, who'd only just stopped staring.

"I guess - I was just hoping that maybe by doing this talent show, the school would make a girls basketball team and it wouldn't be so - 'unusual'," you huff afterwards and stare blankly forward, "I'm probably hoping too hard."

Chrissy looks at you, admiring your optimism, "Well if it means anything, I think that it's good - what you're doing."

You make proper eye contact with Chrissy now, and you can’t help but smile, "Thank you."

It's silent again, the two of you smiling at each other, realising that you actually had a connection and regretting that you hadn't made an effort to speak before, a friendship could've sparked ages ago as you were in most classes together. You started to blush and scratch the back of your neck, "So you're - doing your cheerleading - thing?"

Chrissy giggles, it was contagious because you started to giggle quietly and swing your legs in sync with Chrissy's, "Yeah, although I've been - left out so I don't feel that ready."

Your brows furrow, "Left out?" It explained why she was stood alone in the first place, but you couldn't fathom why Chrissy Cunningham would be left out.

Chrissy looks down, "Yeah - I didn't think I would have any problems, but I'm the only one in our year auditioning for cheerleading in the talent show. Everyone else is older and - intimidating, they didn't think I was as capable to do the lifts so I'm the one being lifted," she breathlessly giggles and lets out a nervous puff of air through her mouth, "I've not done that before and I'm starting to think I shouldn't audition - they just think I'm too little," she speaks quickly as if she was releasing a weight off of her shoulders, "Am I rambling? I'm rambling - sorry."

"It's okay," you gaze at her, intrigued, "I think that you're really amazing - when I've seen you practicing, I mean - I think they are majorly underestimating you, you're going to be the cheerleading queen in a few years, I know it."

Chrissy grinned toothily in response, a smile from ear to ear, "You're too kind - oh, I'm Chrissy, by the way," she laughs.

"I know," you laugh.

"You know, you're exactly what I thought you'd be like," she smiles, visibly relaxing by hunching her back.

You tilt your head, "Really?"

Chrissy hums as she nods her head, "Whenever I saw you in class - or in the hallway you always reminded me of Tinker Bell - in the Peter Pan movie? Like a fairy because you're kind of cheeky, and pretty - but also a total sweetheart."

Your mouth breaks out into a wide grin. That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

Coach Kemp casually walked into the area where the students were waiting to be auditioned and your heart starts to pound, distracting you from your conversation with Chrissy. He looked around before looking at the clipboard he was grasping onto. He calls your name in a questioning tone and looks up again.

A sharp shoot of nerves spread through your body, but Chrissy placed her hand on your shoulder and smiled, "Good luck!" She spoke enthusiastically, "I'll be right here waiting for you."

You smile and nod, temporarily cooling down before standing yourself up and raising your hand a little, "I'm here, coach!”

You walk towards the coach, the grip on your basketball so tight, probably squeezing the air out of it. You look around as you leave the 'backstage' area - your eyes locked with a boy's, his hair was buzzed and he was holding an electric guitar, his mouth slightly agape. You quickly broke the eye contact and looked down, following the coach.

'Lets get these ones over and done with first, shall we?' Was what you had overheard as you approached the principal and your history teacher, the coach jogged towards them. The principal cleared his throat when he'd spotted you.

"I'm going to-."

"Speak up - we're not going to bite," Mrs Newton leans forward, smiling.

You blush and clear your throat, "I'm going to shoot as many basketball hoops as I can in one minute."

Coach Kemp raises his brows at you, leaning forward before looking at the principal - he seemed interested, but you didn't know whether that was interest in potential failure or actually wanting you to do well. "Go ahead, Miss."

"Have you got a er - a timer?" You ask as you begin to jog down the steps of the stage and to a hoop in the sports hall.

"We're counting," the coach answers, nodding.

They didn't have much hope in you, judging by their words before, but you concentrated and got into position, you thought about Chrissy's kind and encouraging words.

The first throw of the basketball did not go through the hoop, but you quickly recovered. Instead of being at school, you pictured yourself in your front yard with Mason.

You shot eighteen successfully through the hoop with just the one basketball. The three members of staff's mouths were open and you hoped that they were thinking 'how is she that good?'

Sweat was running in beads from your forehead as you stood, holding the basketball tightly for some comfort, though the adrenaline was keeping you going. The judges still hadn't uttered a word, "I hope - you can spare some space for girls like me - in this talent show," you spoke between breaths and nodded before bowing your head, "Thank you."

The three were looking between each other before Mrs Newton nodded, "Thank you."

When your were ushered back to the area where all the students were waiting for the coach, you noticed that Chrissy wasn't alone. The boy with the electric guitar and buzzcut who you’d made eye contact with before the audition was next to Chrissy, they were talking, but Chrissy quickly spotted you, "Tink!"

At first you figured that Chrissy didn’t know your name, "Tink?" You tilt your head before coming to a halt in front of Chrissy and the boy.

"Yeah, like Tinker Belle? That’s her nickname, it could be yours too," a laugh leaves her lips and she blushes, "It sounded better in my head."

You can't help but smile, all nervousness gone again, "I like it - and it sure beats the one my sister calls me - little miss," you make a 'yuck' face, though you didn't think it was a terrible name, you felt it didn't suit you.

Chrissy brings her hands together and claps excitedly before her mouth forms into an 'o' shape, she looks at the boy who had been standing with them, "Oh - Tink," she wiggles her brows at the use of the new nickname, "This is Eddie, he's auditioning but the rest of his band are late so - he's with us for now. And Eddie, this is-," Chrissy gestures to you.

"Oh - Tink," you give the boy a shy smile. He looked to be slightly older, maybe 8th grade and he had really dark brown eyes under the lack of light behind the stage, he was smiling shyly too.

The shy smile turns slightly cheeky, "Hi Tink."

Your head tilted as you watched him, trying to stop a really big grin from taking over your features - you’d never seen him before around school.

You didn't realise that you were staring until Chrissy spoke up about being signalled by the coach, that the cheerleaders were up next - so the two of you were left alone, blushing, until Eddie gestured to the step-seats, waiting for you to sit down first.

You fiddled with your fingers, the ball in your lap again - you watched as he placed his red and black electric guitar upright next to him, "It's wicked - your guitar, I mean," you look down for a second.

Eddie grins, his face lighting up at the mention of his guitar, "Yeah, it was my mom's baby before - me," he giggles, but doesn't make eye contact to hide the hurt in his eyes, "Now it's my baby," he lights up again, but you could tell that there was more to it than that - you didn't question him and before your curiosity would get the best of you, he changed the subject, "I like your - balls," you make a funny face and scrunch it before laughing, making Eddie laugh with you, "I mean - it was pretty cool of you to show up and show off your balls in laundry basket skills," he gives you a cheeky smile - trying to hold in more high-pitched laughter, but failing.

Your mouth was agape at his comment, "Totally blew their minds with my balls in laundry basket skills," you whisper and snort a laugh, you leant closer to each other, immersed in the other's presence, it was as if you were sharing secrets - not noticing other students gawking at you both.

"You're good - more than good - from what I saw," Eddie became flustered, he clearly hadn't talked to many girls. He gestures towards the stage, where you could see that Chrissy was being lifted, nailing what she had been nervous about.

You couldn't contain your excitement, you clapped silently and shyness took over again as you remembered the boy sitting next to you, "I-I can't wait to hear you play, Eddie."

"Oh, yeah - Corroded Coffin, that's what we're called," His voice broke in the middle of the sentence and it made him blush, he cleared his throat and his nose twitched - which you found cute, "I like to think that we're very metal."

"Metal?" You give him another shy smile and push your hair back behind your ear.

Eddie scrunches his nose, "Yeah - like hardcore music," he gestures 'hardcore' with his hands excitedly and you watch him with curious eyes, how excitable he was... a bit like the way Mason would get excited about music, "It's pretty different to what you hear on the local radio, y'know?"

You hum, "my brother likes - different music... I listen to it with him - like Black Sabbath, do you know them?"You blush, feeling a little timid because you’d never spoken about your interests and have someone actually be interested, besides Mason, instead of laughing at you.

Eddie was thinking the exact same thought, girls never took interest in his music... he knew that his band was pretty amateur, but he loved it and planned to aim big one day. He noticed that you were nervous and he internally panicked, which made him fidget and blush, "Y-yeah - they're one of my favorite bands."

"Do you know Behind The Wall Of Sleep?" You find yourself asking shyly, "It's my brother's favorite - it's sorta grown on me too."

Eddie's entire face lights up, "Do I know it? I've bled with it!" He bounces slightly on the bench from excitement.

You stare at him, confused and shy, not knowing what he meant and it made Eddie blush, thinking he'd been too excitable.

"Bled with it as in I played it for hours and hours and my fingers got - all scratched up," Eddie chuckles awkwardly. His small fingers strum the guitar before he notices his band in the room - they were watching him, their eyes darting between him and you. "M-my band is over there," he points them out, they were smirking at him and Eddie's legs became restless, "I should pro-bably go to the-m."

You look at the band, all wearing mostly black - you thought they looked cool and you blushed at them staring, "S-sure," you watched him as he got up, his guitar by his side.

He began to walk away, but halted and turned his head, you noticed this and sat up straight suddenly, "You know - Tink really does suit you," he gives you one last smile before leaving you, you gaze at his back.

After that, you hoped you’d would talk to him again. However, you only exchanged looks and timid grins.

Mason went to see you at the talent show, but your mom, dad and sister didn't, they were too horrified to go and watch - Rebecca had even restrained herself from taking part in the talent show upon finding out that her little sister's act was basketball related.

You had been grounded after, your mom even punctured your basketball, only for Mason to buy you another, which you decided you’d hide under your bed, and play with it whenever your mom was distracted or out of the house.

After the year was over, you never saw Eddie around again - you assumed he moved to high school. You spent most of your time alone because participating in the talent show hadn't done your reputation much good, however, you had gained a friend in Chrissy, who stuck by you, and had continued to stick by you to the end very end of middle school.

🦇𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟐🦇

It was why Rebecca wanted you to change at the start of high school - because middle school hadn't gone quite to plan for you.

Now that Mason had left Hawkins, Rebecca felt like without the distraction of him being around, it was possible for things change... once you’d gotten his 'delusional' ideas of you being a basketball superstar out of your head.

You sighed at Rebecca's question about coming along with Chrissy in seeking advice in joining the cheer team, "Sure - I'll tag along," joining the cheer team might not be so ba-, your thoughts were interrupted by the 'Hellfire' table - which had been disrupted by some other kids, they'd chucked some of their lunch at the boys.

The boy, Eddie, that had made eye contact with you before you sat down, had turned to face whoever had thrown their food at him and his friends, "Do you mind, asshole?" You watch him as he flips the bird before turning back to his friends, he looked nervous and his nose twitched before he resumed eating his lunch out of the black metal box on the table in front of him, suspiciously guarding it with his arms.

It was the nose twitch, it was all too familiar to you - one of your first proper interactions with a boy that wasn't your brother... you could see it now, in the rest of his features and demeanour, that this was the same boy from the talent show... your breath hitched.

That Eddie Munson is the same Eddie that you’d met at the middle school talent show, the same boy that you once wanted to get to know better - now... you weren’t so sure if you did.

⇝ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆 ⎈ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲’ 𝐨𝐫 ’𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ↯

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚

𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

@introvertedmouse @munsonology @fastnights @kathieycarrerarosshley @marjoriea13 @goldengunspinkrosses-blog @lolalanaie @neteyamsluvts

⎈

[stranger-nightmare]

Hi I sent in a request for number 50 from the fluff list and numbers 5 and 20 from smut I forgot t clarify I would like it to be with Billy hargrove! I love your writing and happy birthday!

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬

fluff prompt 50 “this isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you” & smut prompt 5 “on your knees” & smut prompt 20 “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

pairing: Billy Hargrove x (female) Reader

summary: you make Billy jealous by flirting with Steve, so Billy of course decides to remind you who you belong to

warnings: smut with a fluffy ending, penetrative sex (m+f), orgasm denial, oral (m receiving), minors DNI

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

You squeak out a moan as your face is pressed even further into the mattress. Billy pushes into you harder. Deeper. Fucking you so roughly you thought you were literally gonna break apart. You can hear him grunting loudly, his breathing heavy with the effort of pounding you into oblivion. His hands hold onto your hips so tight it hurts, pain flaring through your midsection, mixing with the pleasure he was fucking into you.

“Oh shit” your cry is muffled as you feel your orgasm rising to the surface, getting ready to break over you.

But Billy then abruptly pulls out of you, letting you fall forwards onto the mattress, your ruined pussy clenching over nothing, your orgasm fading into nothing. You mewl and whine into the sheets beneath you, burying your head as you try to hide the pathetic look on your face.

The next thing you know Billy has his hand wrapped around your jaw, pulling you up to look up at him.

“Come now sweetheart” he seethes darkly. “After that little stunt? You’re not getting off that easy” he laughs wickedly.

You should’ve known that flirting with Steve would’ve resulted in this. Billy leans in dangerously close to you, his eyes narrowed.

“On your knees” he commands, the sinister calm in his voice sending shivers through your body. “Now” he leaves no room for arguing.

You take your sore and spent body and swiftly move to kneel in front of him. His cock is hard and shining in front of your face, wet with your own slick. Billy grabs the back of your head and tilts your head up to look at him.

“I think you’re still in need of reminding who you belong to” he says darkly before pushing your head down and forwards, forcing your mouth onto his waiting cock.

You take him deeply into your mouth, gagging lightly as he pushes right to the back of your mouth. You can’t help the moan that escapes you as you taste yourself on him, a mix of your slick and his salty precum.

Billy grunts loudly and holds your head tightly the entire time, essentially using your mouth as his own personal fuck toy, bucking his hips roughly against you.

“That’s it” he encourages. “You’re mine. You’re mine” he grinds through gritted teeth.

His hips move faster and his grunts get louder.

“Fuck, you’re mine” he growls loudly as his hips finally stutter.

His dick twitches in your mouth as you feel his hot load hit the back of your throat, causing you to almost gag again.

Billy’s hand comes to cup your cheek again, his other hand remaining firmly behind your head, keeping you on his cock.

“Swallow it” he hisses the command, his thumb pushing against your lips.

You look up at him bashfully and obey his instruction. You keep sucking and swallowing until Billy ends up shivering, getting sensitive.

He drags you up by your jaw until you're stood in front of him. He kisses you roughly and deeply, his tongue dominating yours, tasting himself all over your mouth.

“I love you” he says suddenly, whispering against your lips.

You nearly stagger back from the surprise. He’d never said that before, and so you’re not sure you believe him. It was too sudden. Too abrupt. You figured you were just a fuck to him, nothing more. You roll your eyes sadly, your face turning downwards meekly.

“Billy, you don’t mean that” you sigh.

He lifts your face with a finger under your jaw.

“Yes I do” he stammers, all signs of the brutal man who had just face-fucked you were gone.

You look at him, a sad smile playing on your lips.

“You’re just saying that because I blew you, it’s just adrenaline talking” you shrug, feeling a tear sting your eye.

He shakes his head fervently and takes his hands to cup your face.

“This isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you” he looks at you earnestly, his eyes holding yours steadily, unwavering in their intensity.

Maybe, just maybe, he did mean it…

Masterlist

A/N: title from Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac, I seem to have a thing for naming my Stranger Things fics after 80s songs haha!! anyways I really hope you liked this <3

Taglist // Join My Nightmare Realm // Ko-fi

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Roger to her Jessica.

❤

Hey, Jadey! So heres my Eddie Munson x Female!Reader one shot request for you! Reader is the new girl at Hawkins High & shes super hot, like Victoria's Secret Super Model hot! Naturally all of the popular guys (aka Steve, Billy, & Jason) at Hawkins are trying to get her to go out with them, but she's very much not interested in them.

Because none of them are her Type... Until she sees Eddie 'The Freak' Munson; turns out she into the 'Rockstar' thing...

Also, because Munson looks like a younger Eddie Van Halen, she's instantly zeroing in on him. Basically Reader is Jessica Rabbit & Eddie Munson is her Roger Rabbit!

Requested by @m00nlight101

Warnings; slightly suggestive, fluff, the reader is smitten with Eddie and vice versa.

The guys in Hawkins were all the same. Being the new girl in a small town she was immediately the star attraction.

They took one look at her and suddenly she was the most sought out girl in town.

Even before school started officially she was approached by guys.

Billy Hargrove was the first to ask her on a date but she had heard enough shit about him to immediately shut him down.

He was hot but she wasn't getting involved with him, he had graduated Hawkins High and worked as a lifeguard in the community pool, he was also a hit with her mother's friends, clearly loving the older women and according to his sister Max a violent bully.

She was definitely steering clear of that one.

Steve Harrington was the next one to approach her and try to get a date. Now he was very handsome but still not her type.

Plus she was sure he was still making eyes at the girl Nancy Wheeler so she didn't want to get involved in that.

They met at Family Video when she was picking some movies for her Saturday movie night, Nancy was there too and while he was making eyes at y/n he was also pining after Nancy.

So he was a pass too.

Then finally when school started Jason Carver set his sights on her before she even sat down for her first class.

The guy was arrogant, cocky and a douche, he loved himself a little too much and those cringy inspirational speeches he did made her want to vomit.

The kicker though was that he already had a girlfriend. What a sleazeball. She wasn't stealing some girl's man.

"You know I'm the most popular guy in school right?". He leans into her and she raises an eyebrow moving away from him invading her personal space.

"Yeah, that's cool and all but I really don't give a shit about popularity. Also, you're not my type and I know you have a girlfriend so you hitting on me is gross".

He looked furious but she ignores him and carries on with her work wondering if she would meet anyone who was her type.

Jason pipes up again.

"You seriously expect me to believe you care I have a girlfriend?". Anger burns in her gut. She's fed up with men assuming things about her because she looks a certain way.

"Yes, I do very much care. Congratulations you're officially the worst guy I've met here".

Jason looks affronted and she turns away from him still pissed.

At lunch, she walks into the cafeteria and Chrissy and a few other cheerleaders call her over to sit.

She scans the crowd at lunch and her heart flutters as she spots the most gorgeous guy she's ever seen.

The curly brown hair, the leather jacket and the denim vest combo? She's smitten. He looks like Eddie Van Halen. There are major similarities.

Now this guy? This guy was her type.

What's Hellfire about she wonders as she stares at his t-shirt. The other boys sitting with him are wearing it too.

Stacy one of the cheerleaders she's sitting with snorts as she follows her gaze.

"That's the freak's table, they play this game called Dungeons and dragons or some shit. Eddie Munson the leader, the one sitting at the head of the table is the biggest freak of all, stay well clear".

Bitch. She thinks in her head and turns back to him. Noticing the guitar picks and chains too she sighs.

Oh yeah, Eddie Munson, you are fucking hot, ignoring Stacey's laughter she gets up and walks over to him. The group of guys he's with gawk at her as she approaches the table.

"Hi, I'm y/n and you Eddie Munson are exactly the type of man I've been looking for". He quirks an eyebrow and smirks.

"Yeah? Why's that princess? Move". He orders one of the guys next to him and he pulls out the empty seat for her.

"Such a gentleman". She coos and smiles at seeing him up close. His eyes are beautiful, big and a gorgeous shade of brown and those dimples when he smiled? Swoon. Surely he was aware of how hot he was?

"Well, I have all these boys wanting to date me and they are cute yes but not my type, you, however, are the sexiest man I've ever seen darling and I very much want you all to myself". She bats her eyes at him and his widen.

"Jesus H Christ, I'm dreaming right?". He whispers to the others and they gawk at her.

She's distracted by the tattoos on his arm, the visible one peeking out of his Hellfire top and waves of desire crash over her.

Lord help her this man was perfect.

"Are you free tonight handsome?". He shakes his head looking disappointed.

"I have practice with my band tonight but you're welcome to come, princess?".

Perfect.

"I'd love to, she murmurs, you play the guitar I presume?". He nods and she's delighted.

"Will you teach me how to play Eddie? I'd just love to see how talented those fingers are". Lust flickers in his eyes and she just realised how it could be taken and feels flustered.

"I'd love to show you just how talented I am sweetheart". The bell rings and she huffs disappointed and stands up.

She leans down and kisses his cheek, resting her hand on his shoulder. Her Scarlett red lipstick leaves an imprint of her lips on his cheek.

"Until later". She winks at him and is well aware of how his eyes trail down her body as she gets up.

Loving his attention she walks out of the cafeteria slowly making sure he savours every inch of her.

When she looks back at him his eyes are burning with need.

Don't worry darling she thinks and blows him a kiss. I'll drive you wild later...

[theyraylovehate]

Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Tumblr has been eating messages and requests lately so the lovely @ateliefloresdaprimavera sent in a request to my inbox and I figured I'd still put it in a request form so they can get the notification when it comes out!

The request is for an OC!Henderson!Reader (only OC because making the character a biologically sibling of a character implies assigned race/ethnicity and Dustin is white) x Billy Hargrove. Kind of enemies to lovers where he starts off kind of skeptical of her but eventually comes around and they become like The Couple of the Hawkins group.

I pray this is good.

If you asked anyone in the group of misfits that I watch over, 'who's the leader', they wouldn't hesitate to say that it's Steve. Steve has been the staple babysitter for the longest time, taking care of my younger brother Dustin and his friends, for almost three years. He's a good role model, especially since he dropped his douchebag attitude and developed a personality.

I mean, I think that anyone would improve upon themselves and gain a few braincells back after dropping Carol and Tommy as friends, let's be honest.

He was just a solid dude with a good head on his shoulders and after all of the near death experiences and weird multi-dimensional demons we've fought, they couldn't have asked for a better role model.

Except for me.

Steve was deemed the team mom for the longest time and has even started to develop some maternal instincts; putting himself on the line for the safety of the kiddos, giving the unwarranted advice, not totally understanding the term TMI, and he's annoyed by them a perfect amount for him to be deemed 'mom'.

And yeah, he might be the mom of the group, but I'm the daddy.

Every single thing that mine and Dustin's dad missed out on, I was there for those kids. I was the dad who went and got the milk and actually came home. I was, for them, what I needed from such a young age and it's ended up mending that empty space in Dustin's heart that he's felt every day that he's grown up without a dad.

But every birthday, I was there, every school project and Hellfire campaign, I was prepared to help them get ready, every frustrated tear, every world ending catastrophe- all you could see was me. A second parent to all of them, an older sister- anything they needed, they could find in me.

But somewhere between the mind flayer and Vecna, I got a bit lost.

Maybe not lost but distracted to say the least.

I've always hated people who use a position of power to inflict pain upon other people. You see a lot these days in men, especially my age, getting ahead of themselves and becoming way too full of themselves. Science would tell you that they're just wired differently, that men have this ego thing and it typically relates back to being treated poorly by one of their parents.

It's ironic how the same types of abuse occurs in females, yet, most of the time, we're not raging psychopaths. Most of the time.

The first time I saw Billy Hargrove becoming a bit too snippy with Max, I watched and waited for something to happen- something big enough to give me a reason to intervene. It's not like I had been waiting to punch him across his silly, stupid, handsome face, or anything.

Except I totally had been waiting for that exact opportunity.

And boy, oh boy, did I get it.

I watch from the steps of the arcade as Billy storms around the other side of the car to glare down at Max, a menacing smile on his lips as he mutters quiet words to her. The red head looks tense, her eyes looking anywhere but his as he quietly chastises her, his fists clenching at his sides and she goes to finally open her mouth in words of rebuttal.

I know how this goes, the anger and the frustration, he was bound to snap sooner or later with Max being out and about so much with me and the others. I could only imagine the back talk that he was getting from his dad every time that Max was out a little too late and, though Max didn't see it, I saw that every time she slipped up, Billy was the one getting punished for it.

But somewhere between Billy cornering her against the car and practically spitting in her face, Max finally has enough and steps away from Billy, pushing him a bit with her shoulder. I can tell by the look in his eyes that it would not fly well and he almost immediately reaches forwards with unrelenting speed, wrapping his fingers tightly around her wrist and he tugs her back towards him.

I'm on my feet in a moments notice, marching over towards them as Max catches me out of the corner of her eyes, urging me not to get involved but there isn't a care in the world. He would not get away with being so cruel to her and he wouldn't dare lay a finger on me.

My hands push him roughly away from Max, his eyes slitting and his lips part to argue but he doesn't get a second to speak before my hand is slapping him across his face. He groans loudly at the sting, immediately reaching up to coddle his sore cheek as I tug Max into my side.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He spits, the red mark on his cheek only making me grin as I rub up and down Max's trembling back.

"Not your bitch and neither is she."

All it took was for his fingers to wrap around the pale girls wrist, tugging her towards him to spit some awful words in his face and I was pushing him away from her, slapping a hand right across his face. He was stunned for a few moments, gawking at me with wide eyes, a smirk too, before muttering out a 'who's this?' to Max moments later.

I explained that I had recently taken her under my wing and that obviously no one was looking out for her or her safety. He was almost annoyed at first, eyes looking me up and down, almost trying to figure me out as if I had an ulterior motive.

But he learned eventually that there were no ulterior motives, I slapped him because he was being a dick and I hung out with Max because she needed someone to look out for her and care for her.

Which, apparently, I would end up doing for both of them months down the line.

Billy and I, at first, were in no means friends. We weren't amicable, we didn't like each other or have any common ground other than the fact that we knew the same people. And I had met him in his life guard days, where he was the most self deluded version of himself. Maybe it was the mind flayer but maybe it wasn't, maybe the supernatural aspect just brought out the even more accurate, terrifying version of himself.

It scared Max but it scared me just as much. We knew he was dangerous, that he was capable of a lot of things, but we never realized just how much of an asset he would become when the evil side of Hawkins took over.

"Billy, this isn't you, stop." Max mutters behind me as I hold my hand up to the glass, looking through the sauna window at Billy but he doesn't look like him. His eyes are more sunken in, hopeless and completely at the will of something else, something distant and far away from me and from the rest of us. He's normally got a look of anger behind his eyes but he looks nothing but calm.

The calm always comes before the storm right?

He just looks at me, ignoring the bickering behind me, tracing his gaze over the grooves and dips of my face, as if he's trying to place me in his memories- like the mind flayer is sifting through Billy's memories to find where I fit in his life.

He pauses, a small smile stretching across his lips in subtle familiarity and it makes me flush, nervous that the mind flayer would say something, that he would speak horrible things about me from deep within Billy's subconscious. But he doesn't, his lips part as if he's going to say something but he doesn't, he just looks from me to Max who stands beside me, her eyes staring into his lifeless ones.

"Why is he acting like he doesn't know you?" Lucas asks behind us and my chin cranes to look back at him, sighing with a heavy heart. I know exactly why he looks like he doens't know me and there's one other person in this room who knows it even better. My eyes turn to Will next who already has a knowing, terrified look on his face.

"It's like when I was possessed by the mind flayer, I didn't even know who Bob was o-or Hopper." Will explains, a look of realization passing through everyone's expression at the memory of Will being completely and utterly gone.

Just like Billy is right now.

When he survived the mind flayer, no one really knew what to do with him.

Here he was, retired bad guy who had his body used by an inter-dimensional freak who needed him to carry out his bidding. He was trapped in his own body for the longest time as is, following exactly in his fathers footsteps- racist, dark, demanding, dominant, judgmental- as to not upset him, to make his dad feel a sliver of pride.

Daddy issues, am I right?

When he came out of the mind flayer, he was hospitalized for the huge gash on his abdomen, Max and I stood at the end of the bed and just game planned for hours on how to deal with him; we had no clue if he would remember anything that happened or if he would be different like Will.

We imagined that if he did remember everything, he would hate himself, beat himself up just like Will did and need hours and hours of supervision and help. But Max explained that he wouldn't take it, he would never take help or comfort especially when he felt like he didn't deserve it.

But when he finally woke up after days, he was terrified. He didn't trust that we were there, that what he was experiencing was real or not. He kept looking through Max and I, not focusing on us long enough to even recognize who we were for a few days. It took weeks of therapy and patience for him to actually start to open up to us about how it was like.

He described that the mind flayer would show him images, dream-like pictures, of the people around him and he never knew whether it was real or not and it led to him not knowing what actually happened over the course that he was 'taken over'.

My eyes widen at the sight of Billy's gaze locked on me, a slight familiar look behind his tired, red eyes. He has dark circles around his hues, his hair matted against his forehead from sweat. I just hand him a glass of water which he takes almost immediately, lip quivering as he takes a sip. Billy's eyes are the definition of sunken in as he looks around the room, jaw gritting at the sight of Max sleeping beside his bed, tears strained on her pale cheeks. He almost looks sad that she's sad, biting at his lip that's already cracked and broken. He looks to me next, his lips parting as the realization crumbles down onto him that he's finally back in his own body, safe and sound.

"How many people did I hurt?" He asks, voice gravely and hoarse as his lips tug down into a frustrated frown. My heart aches at the sight of him showing a sliver of vulnerability, a side to him that not a lot of people have actually had the pleasure to see. Knowing this is hard on him, I take a breath, realizing that the last thing he needs is to be reminded of the horrific pain that we all went through. He doesn't need anymore demons. I know that he's probably beating himself up as it is at the thought of being completely out of control, watching himself hurting everyone else around him without the ability to stop.

So, to take the tension off, my mind does the only thing that I can think of doing.

Cracking a joke.

"Because of the mind flayer or in general?" I tease quietly, having some apprehension, not wanting to make him upset. But moments later, I watch his face relax a bit at the non-judgmental tone in my voice. A small, tired smile spreads across his lips, his shoulders drooping a bit back into the bed at the playful edge that's cut through the tension in the room.

"You're still being an asshole to me, sweetheart? Really?"

After that, he didn't talk about it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Still to this day it's like pulling teeth.

But the only silver-lining with the town going to shit, with Billy getting scarily wounded, was that it was the final straw that sent his dad over the edge. When Billy was released from the hospital, we all found out that his dad had left in the time that we were there, waiting for him to come back to his normal self and to finally be released. Max's mom had been at the hospital with us, staying overnight for days on end while his dad was at home packing his shit and taking all of the money from their joint bank account.

He ran away with his tail between his legs, leaving his son, wife and step daughter to fend for themselves.

I was the one who actually ended up finding the trailer opening at the park, Max's eyes dulling a bit at the glum vibe that was given off by the small community but at least Eddie lived across the street. That would mean that Lucas would be over there along with the rest of the gang.

Speaking of Lucas, Max and I both held it over Billy's head that he was an asshole to Lucas the most and that the boy deserved more than an apology from the recovering man. Billy was hesitant at first, not understanding the need to apologize or maybe he just didn't want to admit that he was a terrible person.

He claimed it was ingrained in his mind from a young age and, maybe he's right, but that was no longer a sound excuse for him to use with me around. He eventually apologized to the boy and the rest of the friend group, including Steve, even though he was embarrassed and felt utterly stupid.

Max and I even believed his apology was sincere.

But the true reason why he hated me so much at first was because I could pick him apart. He hated me at first because I was not afraid to call him out on his bullshit whether it was regarding Max or school, or even his racist comments towards Lucas; I would be there to chew his ass off and make him walk off like a kicked puppy.

But eventually, that anger and annoyance shifted to familiar care and even admiration through all that we had been through and everything that Hawkin's put him through. Eventually it would come out that his mother left at a young age, Max would realize why he was so bitter about her mom, realizing he just didn't trust or like woman that much. He was always afraid of making new friendships and relationships out of fear that he would become too much like his father and that they would run for the hills as quickly as they came.

It was weird to see him softening, to see him apologizing and making right with the people around him, not because we told him to, but because he wanted to be done with it and put it behind him. It was weird when the both of us realized that we were actually becoming friends and it was even more shocking when we realized there was more than friendship between the two of us.

But no matter how strong our personalities were, there was no ignoring our feelings when Max was constantly pointing them out.

"You guys are terrible liars." Max suddenly speaks up from the backseat after minutes of silence, taking Billy and I off guard as we look to each other before stopping at a red light, turning in our spots to look back at the red head.

"Where on earth did that come from?" I ask, deadpanning a smile with a tired look. I know that she knows. She sort of, kind of, walked in on Billy and I moments before we left for the arcade, my mind still replaying the moment that just happened not even twenty minutes ago. I was wondering when she was going to bring it up but I didn't think it would be today let alone right now.

Max just smiles with a shit eating grin and points between Billy and I.

"You two, you're just terrible liars. You act like no one sees it but we all do." She says simply, almost as if she's proud for figuring it out, but I continue to protest and feign ignorance, my brows furrowing, gaze turning to Billy. He just shakes his head with wide eyes, before turning his attention back to the road.

"What do you mean?" Billy asks, looking at the girl through the rearview mirror as I watch him, his fingers tightening around the wheel in anticipation as Max laughs behind us.

"I mean, how you guys are fucking each other and giving each other heart eyes. You think we don't see it but we do- I see it-"

"Max-"

"No, Billy- look," she pauses, sitting up to look at him from between the seats," you've been through shit in the last few months. If you found comfort in Y/n, I get it- so did I. But be fucking honest about it and show her off cuz she deserves to be shown off."

As thrilled and supportive as Max was, Dustin was not as thrilled to find out that Billy and I were together.

Maybe it was because I'm his older sister who really never entertained any sort of relationships with people. I was always there, always responsible for him and the rest of the group, especially after everything that happened with Will. No one would've understood the huge secret that Hawkins was hiding and it's not like I could exactly hide that from someone when dating them. So I just waited and hoped that someone would get involved in the mess and become a potential suitor.

But it just never happened.

Eddie wasn't my type and I don't think I was his, Steve and I were like platonic parents of the kiddos, and everyone else was taken or thinking of someone else. It was just complicated, so I stuck to my role as the older sister and focused on protecting the people who I love.

Dustin also has been more protective over me than anyone else in my life so it wasn't exactly easy to date with him breathing down the back of my neck. Any new friend or crush that I would have, he'd ask an impossible amount of questions and pry into any sort of business that I have. I couldn't keep anything from him so it's not like it was easy when I actually had to come clean to him and tell him that Billy and I were pursuing each other on the down low.

Dustin just didn't understand and that in itself, to me, was understandable. He didn't see all the behind the scenes stuff, only hearing about how Billy had become nicer to Max and I, and how he stopped terrorizing Lucas and owned up to his toxic, oppressive behavior. Dustin really didn't believe it and, to be honest, he had no reason to believe it.

But, days after telling him, Dustin told the rest of the group and eventually they all rounded up and sat us down, forcing us to explain 'what happened' and why all of a sudden we were closer than before.

"This is a joke, right?" Steve asks with a frown, pointing between Billy and I who sit awkwardly on the couch in Eddie's trailer. I send him a quick glance, asking him quietly to take this one. I was in charge of telling Dustin and explaining how we fell for each other to Max but he was in charge of explaining it to everyone else.

The group looks at us, confused and full of questions, all of them silently begging us to explain how this relationship came about.

"Not a joke, Harrington." Billy sighs, looking down at his lap before reaching over to take my hand in his. A few gasps sound out from around the room, my eyes rolling as my head flops back to rest against the couch. "Not that it's any of your goddamn business but, yeah, we're together." He says with a forced smile, looking around the room with a 'well?' expression, begging anyone else to just say something.

"I'm just confused as to when this happened?" Robin scoffs, reaching up to rub her hands down her face before looking to me, wondering why I never opened up to her about my feelings for Billy but there's some truth behind the fact that he snuck up on me in a way.

"Me too honestly." Dustin chuckles and my jaw drops, feeling utterly betrayed because I thought I was passed explaining this to him. "I'm confused as to when it happened. Was it after the mind flayer but before Vecna or sometime other than that?" His question makes my head spin, especially because Billy and I never actually talked about when our feelings developed for one another.

One day, they where just there.

"The confusion thickens." Eddie chuckles, clapping his hands, taking the attention off of Billy and I as the group looks to him. "Let's leave the lovebirds alone and maybe talk about something a little more fascinating because I'm sure we all can assume that this 'relationship' definitely started with them hate fucki-"

"Ew Eddie- gross."

Maybe it was the effort that Billy was putting into changing himself and being less like his dad, maybe it was his sudden kindness towards Max and her mom, though he still held some sort of annoyance towards both of them; something pushed me towards him and I couldn't explain it.

Maybe it was trauma.

Eventually, Billy would slowly acclimate to the group and helping out in the more supernatural aspects of the town, hating the rural space more than he did before. He felt unsafe and unsteady now knowing what was actually out there, hiding under the surface of our homes.

But now he had something that he never had before. He had people, an actual family and friends. He was done being the new king of Hawkins, he was done with the fighting and the bullying. He was trying his best to settle into being an actual human, with actual goals and relationships with people around him.

People like me.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Taglist: @bubblebuttwade @rafelover2405 @leslienjazzy @sorceresss @grxnde-dwt @alex–awesome–22 @bunnietoof @niyamar1e @serialghost @plantlungs @geniusohn @akaliltimmytim @lilaalouuxx @xshariex @elliotsbeigeguitar @elle4404 @lelieja @srhxpci @joselyn001 @taysirene @spinkspanther @thedivineuphoria @peter-maximoffs @tsukishimawhore @poohkie90 @szlaco @distantsighs @nstyles4299 @wolflover384 @givemefoodandlovesstuff @vane2828 @yeswhatever33 @amirrahfranson @vvaalleennttiinna @f-mu @yaspillz @jeyramarie @skylievin@abbybarnes17 @jointherebellion215 @visiondaddy @steezysimfinds @its-ya-gay-boi-luigi

@crunchytoenailsyum@glizzymcguirex @beth123lg @melovesmut @rafecameronswhore @ariianelle @write-from-the-heart @vampviolets@haylee-e@popehaywardssecretgf @honee-chai-tea @lokiandbuckywife @smoke-and-fire @officiallyunofficialperson@heyaitsklaudia@rosepetalsparks @bluetreecloud20 @scenesofobx @double-shot-of-tequila @1dluver13xx @colbysbrocks @iamasimpingh0e @smoke-and-fire386 @loveshineslikethesky @id-3-kbro @diorsitgirl @errorfound101-allideasburnedout @neverwillknowme18 @ellyskey @taylors-folk @loversjoy @myaloveee @thyris-is @lagataprrr @aaaaslaaaan @minjix @luvrosee @storytellingwitht

[billys-pretty-babe]

Come Here, Dressed In Black Now

Pairing : Older!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : It was rare that Billy dressed up, but when it comes to attending weddings, it was his specialty.

Warnings : Smut {oral - both receiving (69), unprotected piv, creampie, throatpie, talks of anal (doesn't happen)}, Swearing, Aftercare, Age gap (Billy is 38, Reader is 28)

Word Count : 3,490

A/N : Took a hiatus to get my life together but I'm back! Requests are open

The Hagans, Tommy and Carol, had decided to have a traditional wedding twenty years after being eloped right after their high school graduation. Billy was dressed in black slacks and a black dress shirt with two buttons undone and his hair was messily pulled back out of his face. His beard was trimmed but still full as the gray hair peaked through.

The two of you walked into the venue, his hand on your waist as you walked beside him. You didn't know Tommy or Carol but you had seen a picture of them with Billy in his house at their high school graduation. He guided you to two seats and he sat beside you before leaning into you to whisper, "You look beautiful." You smiled, thanking him. He kissed your cheek and held your hand as they rested on his thigh.

The doors opened as Tommy walked down the aisle before his groomsmen walked with Carol's bridesmaids, his best man walking with her maid of honor. The doors opened again as Tommy and Carol's daughter walked with the basket of flowers before she stood with the bridesmaids. Carol's dad walked her down the aisle and she stood before Tommy.

Everyone's chatter quieted down as the officiant began speaking and Billy tightened his grip on your hand a little. The wedding didn't feel long because before you knew it, Tommy was dipping her as people applauded. Everyone left the venue to go to the reception and you followed your boyfriend, keeping close to him so you wouldn't get lost in the large crowd of people you didn't know.

Tommy and Carol greeted Billy when they saw him as they walked to the two of you and Tommy looked at you before looking at Billy. "I don't think we've ever met," Tommy said, putting his hand out to you. You cautiously shook his hand as he introduced himself to you and you told him your name. He raised a brow, "No Hargrove?" You shook your head.

Billy rolled his eyes at his friend, "Stop asking when I'm getting married. I'll do it on my time." Tommy put his hands up in mock surrender before whisking Carol off to dance. You sat at a table with Billy, eyeing the little bit of chest you could see. You crossed your legs, putting your hands in your lap and he looked at you and he smirked as he saw the look in your eyes.

"Guess I'll have to dress like this more often if it gets that reaction out of you." You scoffed, "I have no reaction, I'm just hot." He hummed, looking at you as he nodded, "Yeah you are." You laughed, rolling your eyes as he laughed with you, throwing his arm over your shoulders before he leaned to your ear, "Give it an hour and we'll leave." You nodded, leaning into him.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. The two of you mingled for an hour before he decided to leave. He let Carol and Tommy know, blaming it on bad eyesight that the two of you had to leave before the sun went down. Tommy laughed, "The youngest out of us but can't see shit, how ironic." Billy rolled his eyes before hugging his friends, congratulating them before ushering you out of the venue. He opened the passenger door, helping you inside before he went to the driver's side.

He began driving, his hand on your thigh as he moved it under the fabric of the dress. The metal of the ring felt like it was burning into your thigh, not because it was cold, but because he was gripping you. Billy had a deep need for you, nearly feral for you. You were the same, if you could, you'd have him 24/7, 365 days a year, but life didn't work like that.

He sped just a little, needing you three hours ago when he first saw you putting the dress on. "Baby, your dick isn't gonna fly off. You can slow down a little." He glanced at you and eased up on the gas pedal a little. "According to you I'm old so I might get erectile dysfunction all of a sudden." You laughed and looked down at his pants, his bulge pressing against the zipper, "Yeah, I don't see that happening anytime soon." He laughed, patting your thigh.

Soon, the house was in eyesight, and he pulled into the driveway, using the garage opener as he pulled the car into the garage. He killed the car and shut the garage door and he got out of the car. He walked around it, letting you out as he practically pushed you into the house. You laughed at his eagerness as you put your clutch down. You gently grabbed his face and kissed him. He hummed, holding your waist as he pulled you close. His hands moved to your back as he moved them down, grabbing handfuls of your ass and squeezing, making you moan a little into the kiss.

He blindly guided you down the hallway, kicking his shoes off as you did the same. One hand went down to undo his belt as he dropped it, the metal of the buckle ringing out throughout the hallway. His hand went to the zipper on the dress and undid it before he opened the bedroom door as he guided you inside. The kiss was messy, filled with love and lust as it smudged your lipstick onto the both of you. He kicked the door shut and finally pulled away, the two of you breathing heavily.

He spun you so your back was to him as he gently pulled the straps of your dress down, so it pooled around your feet. He whistled softly as he looked at your figure, the only thing on your body was a pair of black underwear and the necklace he had gifted you with his initial on it. You turned around, your fingers finding the buttons to his shirt, and he laughed at your haste.

You undid the last button, and he shrugged off the shirt, his chest hair and necklace now being shown as well as the tattoo on his ribs and his collarbone. His shoulder tattoo had faded slightly but it still looked good. His body was decorated with different pieces of ink, and you had your favorites, but you'd never tell him what they were.

Your nails ran down his tones stomach as he let out a needy breath when your nails caught onto his pants. You unbuttoned them and unzipped them, your tongue between your teeth. "Why the fuck do they put fasteners and buttons?" Billy laughed at your slight frustration at the hook and eye fastener. He undid it for you, calling you impatient with a slight tease in his voice. His black boxers showed, and you laughed, "We're matching." He laughed, shaking his head at you.

He pulled you close, your chest on his as he kissed you again and your hands went to his hair as you took the hair tie out of his hair, letting it fall to his shoulders, a few shorter pieces falling on his forehead. "You're so hot," you whimpered when you pulled away from his lips. The corner of his lip tugged upwards, he was cocky and you were feeding his ego. "Let's get you on that bed, baby." You nodded and he moved you to the bed, laying you down as he moved so he was hovering over you and he kissed down your body, starting from your jaw until his lips ghosted over your underwear, making your knee twitch.

He grabbed the waistband and looked at you, "Can I take these off?" You nodded, "Yes." He nodded and took them off, watching as strings of your arousal broke off, "So needy and I've barely even touched you." He dropped your underwear to the floor as he kissed your slick thighs and you stopped him. He looked at you, looking in your eyes to see if he could detect discomfort or uncertainty. "I wanna suck your cock." He laughed, "Yeah?" You nodded and he stood up, stripping his boxers off. His tip was nearly dripping precum as it hit his stomach. A long vein ran on the underside of his shaft, right below his tip.

He moved you and laid his head on the pillows before he maneuvered you so you wouldn't kick him in the face again, like the first time you had tried this position with him. "Back up just a little, baby." You backed up a little and his hands grasped your thighs. "Oh yeah, that's good." You looked back and his eyes were admiring your ass. You gently slapped his thigh, scolding him as he laughed before diving into you, licking a fat stripe from your clit to your entrance.

Your nails dug into the meat on his thigh before you grasped him in your hand and licked up before licking his tip. He moaned against your clit, the vibration going through your body, making you moan around his tip. He grasped you tightly like you were going to run away or vanish. You moved your lips down, taking him into your mouth further until he hit the back of your throat. You used your tongue to drag it on the skin as you moved your mouth. Your left hand grasped the last few inches, twisting.

He sucked on your clit before swiping two fingers through your slick as he gently pushed them into you. Your toes curled as you moaned as they stretched you. His fingers were thick, and his fingers paired with his tongue were a deadly combo. You pulled off of his cock, strings of saliva connecting you to him. You took a few deep breaths before you tapped his tip on your tongue, feeling him moan against you.

His fingers held your thigh tighter, and you knew there would be bruises by the end of the night, but you weren't too worried about it. You closed your lips around his tip before taking most of him back into your throat again. You took in more than you meant to as you gagged, her stomach lurching. His hand left your thigh as he rubbed your back before he finally pulled his mouth away from you.

"Easy baby, easy." He was breathless as he moved your legs a little wider and he whistled, "Bingo." You were completely spread open for him, there was no hiding how wet you were and how swollen your clit was from him sucking on it. "So fuckin' pretty, you hear me," he asked as he palmed your ass before laying a smack to it, making your body jolt forward.

He watched the way your head moved, your throat taking him as best as it could. He felt the way your saliva dripped down his cock, down to his balls and into the curls around his base. His head fell back against the pillow as his left hand continued to pump two fingers into you. He curled them and your body tensed at the sensation, and he smirked, knowing he just hit your g-spot.

He continued to drag his fingers across that spot before he put his mouth back on you again as he licked your clit. It was sloppy and messy but he didn't care, he needed you, every single part of you. Your hand continued to work over his saliva coated cock, your hand occasionally meeting your lips. You licked the slit on his tip and his hips jerked up.

He was twitching in your mouth, and you worked a little faster as he moaned against your pussy. You felt his face try to get closer as he tried to pull your ass down. You pulled off of him once more, laying your head on his thigh as you used your hand, using your other to cup his balls and you squeezed a little.

Your legs tried to move closer together and he took his fingers out of you, holding both of your thighs apart, caging his ribs as he continued to work his tongue and lips on you. "Billy," you moaned, tightening your hand on his cock and he moaned again. Billy loved eating pussy, if he could do it all day then he would, especially if it was your pussy he was eating.

He let go of one of your thighs, gripping your lower back as he tried to bring you closer, but you were as close as you could get. He let out a sound of displeasure, wishing he could flip you over and fold you up so he could get closer. He knew he'd come in your mouth before you came in his as he tried to plan out how he'd flip you.

You put your mouth back on him, doubling your efforts and soon enough, his seed coated your tongue, and you swallowed it down, suckling his tip before you pulled off, holding his thighs. He rolled you off of him and you raised a brow. He grabbed under your thighs as he moved your legs so your knees were touching your chest and he moved so he was laying on his stomach as he licked at you. Your head fell back, touching the side of the mattress and he looked up, snickering before moving you so you wouldn't have to strain your neck.

You reached down and pulled his hair and he sucked your clit, his teeth barely grazing it as you cried out, back arching up. He licked from the bottom of your entrance to the top of your clit before dipping down as the tip of his tongue dipped into your entrance and he hummed as your slick entered his mouth. Your breathing got heavier, your moans were closer together.

He knew how close you were but he stayed at the same pace, not wanting to speed up and ruin your impending orgasm. "Baby, please," you begged. His eyes flicked up, they weren't the blue you saw in the mornings, they were darker, feral and needy. He took his hands off of your legs before grabbing your own so you could hold your legs up.

"Good girl," he murmured, and you shivered. Two fingers moved through your slick before he carefully pushed them in, feeling your walls clench. "Oh baby, you're close huh?" You nodded quickly before feeling his fingers hook up as his thumb rubbed your clit. "There you go, just feel it baby, don't fight it." His voice was enough to make you let go of the tension in your lower stomach as your orgasm came in waves. He continued to use his fingers and added his tongue to lick up your arousal, humming at the taste.

He watched and felt you come down from your high and he gently pulled his fingers out before looking at you and you giggled, putting your head on the bed. He laughed and hovered over you, "Good?" You scoffed, "You dick." He laughed and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his tongue and he tasted himself on your tongue. He pulled away first, "You want on top?" You nodded and he sat against the headboard and helped you mount his lap.

He kissed your chest, latching his lips around your nipple before pulling with his teeth and let go. He held the base of his cock before helping you sink down. "Good girl, go slow." You nodded, holding his shoulders for balance as you dug your nails into the skin and muscle. A minute or two passed and your hips were on his. His fingers gripped your hips tightly as he helped you bounce on his cock.

"Does that feel good, pretty girl?" You whimpered and nodded. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm and you knew it wouldn't be long before you had your second one. He brought his right hand to his face as he licked his thumb before placing it on your clit and rubbing small circles. He kept the pressure light so he wouldn't quickly overstimulate you.

You moaned, digging your nails in deeper, "Feels good, really fucking good." He smiled, "Yeah?" You nodded and bounced a little faster. He watched your entire body move before he let go of your hip and began pinching your nipple as well as running the pad of his finger over the peak. You let go of his shoulders, your nails scratching down his chest as you continued your movements on him.

"Fuck," he moaned at the feeling of you scratching him up. It didn't take long before the room was filled with the squelching sound that he was causing your pussy to make. Your thighs clapped against his and the springs in the mattress were creaking loudly, begging you to stop or slow down. "Billy," you chanted his name like a mantra the closer you got to another orgasm.

He pushed your back so you two were chest to chest. He moved so his knees were bent, and his feet were planted into the mattress as he began thrusting up into you. You grasped at him for leverage as he held you tightly. The pleasure was all-consuming as you bit into his pec to keep yourself quiet, not needing the entire neighborhood to hear you two going at it. He hissed in pain and pleasure at the feeling of your teeth on him. He knew you wouldn't break the skin as all of the blood in his body rushed to his dick and balls.

He went a little faster, his balls hitting your ass, giving you a new feeling to enjoy. "Squeezing my dick like a goddamn vice. Let go babe, I'm right here." His voice invaded all of your senses as you held him tighter and his own hands and arms held you tighter, his biceps bulging against your back.

You finally let go, your legs squeezing his body, your pussy contracted around him so he couldn't move. He held the back of your head to his chest as he watched you ride out your high. "There you go, that's a good girl." The aftershocks came soon after, your thighs shaking along with your body. "I'm almost done, baby. Can I keep going?" You nodded and he tsked with his tongue, "Words, come on," he said as he tapped your ass a few times.

"You can keep going." He nodded and kissed the top of your head before he continued his thrusts. They were softer, not wanting to hurt you but they got him stimulated enough that he came inside of you, painting your walls with his seed. His hips kept thrusting as he rode out his high, his breathing was ragged as he kept moaning your name along with swears.

You watched him, his brows were furrowed a tad, his face had a light sheen from sweat, his hair was a mess and you weren't sure how, but most of all, his pupils were blown out but as he came down from his high, you watched the blue slowly restore. His thumb rubbed your back as he looked down at you. "Did I hurt you?" You shook your head, "Not at all." He nodded and brought his hand under your chin as he pinched it to bring your lips to his.

You smiled against his lips before kissing him, squirming your way up his body so you could hold him better. "I love you." You smiled at the whispered confession that you had heard a million times over the past two years. "I love you too, B." He smiled and rubbed your back before pulling away from you.

It wasn't long before the two of you were cleaned up and cuddling on new bedsheets. His fingers traced down your back as you laid on his stomach, your hands beneath your head as you looked at him. "Can I pitch something to you and you shoot it down if you don't like it or don't think you'll be into it?" You nodded, your fingers lazily moving across his stomach.

"Do you think you'd ever be down to try anal?" Your eyes widened a little and he chuckled at your reaction. "Uh I don't know about you sticking your dick in my ass. Maybe a finger or two." He nodded, "Was just wondering." You nodded and moved so you were snuggling up to him. You yawned and threw your leg over his hip. "I'm taking a nap, you fucked me too good." He laughed and kissed your head before patting your back.

"I'll be right here when you wake up." You smiled sleepily, "Promise?" He smiled, "I promise." That was all the confirmation you needed before falling into a deep sleep in the arms of your lover.

[katberk]

Fanfic Ideas #1

I have so many ideas for fanfic stories and I don’t know how to write for shit so have my ideas for Stranger Things/actors and all that shit lol

Anyone can write about these so if you see someone who’s already wrote about it don’t worry :) different authors write different stories ❤️

I’m also a very big person on fluff and hurt to comfort so the majority or all will probably just be that lol

More to be added so look out for those

x = Romantic

& = Platonic

🌸 = Someone wrote/read story

If you find any like these/write them please tag me in it 🥰

List 2

List 3

List 4 (coming soon)

Bonus - Have some soulmate prompts/ideas

———————————————————————

~1st one~

Dacre Montgomery x reader (high school sweethearts) 🌸

Dacre and the reader are costars with their characters being love interests. They’re both in an interview talking about season 3 and Y/C/N and billy’s death scene. The reader talks about how they got the idea to kill off their character because they wanted more time with Dacre and to not stress out. So the scene goes the reader’s character (Y/C/N) tries to save Billy but sadly dies from his hands by strangulation. It was super emotional because the last words that were spoken were “I just want my sunshine back” (which reader calls Dacre) so they basically talk about that scene and how memorable it was to go that way!

“When they yelled cut all I felt were Dacre’s arms around me.”

(If someone writes this one PLEASE TAG ME!!!)

~2nd one~

Billy Hargrove x reader

Where reader just tries to make Billy jealous for pay back cause he makes them jealous like everyday at the pool.

“Just let me have this for today. Let me have the attention”

~3rd one~

Eddie Munson x reader

Reader is full on just female version of Eddie but loves the sweet cliché shit. (Ex: cheesy rom coms, holding hands, picnics in the woods) (P.S. Tiefling fairy! That’s a me)

~4th one~

Ghost face Steddie x reader

Anything that tbh

~5th one~

ANYTHING WITH THE BOYS X READER

Steve x Eddie x reader x Billy

~6th one~

Billy Hargrove x reader 🌸

You’re having dinner with his family minus Neil till he comes home and things escalate. He’s about to hit Billy until the reader pulls him back and puts a knife to his throat.

“If you lay a finger on him I’ll slit your throat right in front of your family you got that?!”

~7th one~

Eddie Munson x Henderson reader, (Dustin Henderson & reader)

Reader and Dustin have the best sibling relationship in Hawkins. He’s the little adorable nerd while she’s the mother always making sure he’s okay and well. (Ex: Makes sure he eats at lunch aka packs stuff for him/shares her food, Ruffles his hair/gives kisses to his head/forehead, makes sure he’s doing good physically and emotionally, always picks him and his friends up from dnd) Eddie finds this sweet and slowly falls for her.

“Hey Dusty guess what I got!” *pulls out two Hostess Cupcake packages*

~8th one~

Steve Harrington x Buckley reader, (Robin Buckley & reader)

Reader is Robin’s older sister who has the sweetest sweet tooth known to Hawkins. Steve figures this out after a week of visits from the sister everyday sometimes twice a day. How will Steve win her over and how will Robin react?!

“She’d start crying if you gave her a giant cake or something!”

~9th one~

Billy Hargrove x Pyromaniac reader

Billy dropped his lighter and now it’s gone! Angry he’s been ignoring everyone all day trying to figure out where it went. The next day he makes eye contact with the reader who… HAS HIS LIGHTER!!! Running after them he finds the reader and oh wow… their really hot!

“I-I’m sorry! I just really like collecting empty lighters and I thought this one was forgotten… and I was gonna set this trash bin on fire.”

~10th one~

Eddie Munson x Guitarist/Artist reader

Every week Eddie finds a drawing of him and every month he finds a cassette in his locker. These gifts make him wonder who’s spending their time of day on the “freak” of Hawkins? With the Hellfire club on his side will he figure out who this lovely person is?

“It has all of my favorite songs on it… and look! The art is so realistic!”

~11th one~

(Talked about this in a previous post)

Steve Harrington x reader x Billy Hargrove

When reader and Billy are on a date they decide to go see Steve “The Hair” Harrington at Scoops Ahoy (Because they missed him and were gonna pick him up after his shift ended). When the party sees Billy and reader having a good time together half of them try to protect the reader while the other half panic because they know that Steve and reader are dating! The party get a big surprise!

“Wait! Robin you knew?!”

[casualwriters]

Request open/ send them please | Prompts !!

Peaky Blinders

Raising a little girl with John Shelby

Being Luca sugar baby 

Finn Shelby with a S/O who part of the Circus 

Beautiful in all shapes Bonnie 

Finn with a Naive S/o 

Boys dating someone who is Def 

Hogwarts Moodboard 

Protester John Shelby 

Jealousy Finn Shelby 

Telling Micheal your Pregnate 

Outerbanks 

JJ Catching you Dancing 

Them with a Shy Chubby S/O 

Topper dating there S/o who struggles with PTSD 

Outerbanks in Percy Jackson House Moodboard   

JJ being mad when he see you with Topper 

The Lost Boys 

Polly Lost Boys X Nonbinary reader who has piercings and tattoos 

Rainy day Polly Lost Boys X Female reader 

There S/o who lost someone close to them 

Full Moon Gone wrong Paul x Reader 

Eddie munson S/o being apart of The Lost boys 

The lost Boys with a werewolf partner 

Lost boys going to the murder house 

being the oldest Emerson sibling and sneaking out to see Paul.

Horror and More  

Polly  Lost boys with piercings and Tattoos 

Slasher with a tall S/o 

Billy Loomis liking Stu Older sister. 

slasher taking there s/o home when there drunk

Slasher characters s/o dealing with rascism

Slasher falling for there S/O who a mermaid 

Slasher character with a demon S/O

Jason Dean with a naive s/o

playing in the leafs with Walter De’ville 

Being the third De’ville bride 

Sons of Anarchy 

S/o being Ima sister and dating Happy 

Video Games

Drawing a portrait of them ( Life is strange ) 

( Nathan Prescott ) S/o who has bad anxiety 

Josh Washington  prompt ( Until Dawn ) 

Reader helping Nathan with a break down

 Euphoria 

single mother | Fez x reader WARNING ABUSE   

Enemies  | Elliot x female reader 

Stranger things 

( Billy Hargrove | I Won’t go away 

Billy with a Witchy s/o 

Shoot to Thrill Billy x female reader 

Marvel & Dc Fandom

Dancing in the rain - Bucky Barnes 

Claimed as mine (mid smut )   - Bucky Barns  

Kara Danvers helping you out of a meltdown [ Autistic reader]

Dick Grayson stuck in the elevator with reader

Love on the Line of fire ~ Roy Harper

Dc boys giving readers hickeys when jealous

The witcher

Arrange marriage drabble / Cahir

Baulder Gates 3

Oh yeah, we're parents ( Gale X Teifling fem reader)

My favorite Tav's Moodboards

Suprise Vistor - Halsin

Harry Potter

Sirius finding out that Lilly and James died the same time, he found you were a death eater.

Marduares Characters having to deal with there rival sleeping in the same bed has them

[sweet-demiboi]

Request rules:

I don’t write for heterosexual relationships.

I write for female x female, male x male, non-binary x every gender.

I also would write for ftm or mtf, if you want it.

My english is... probably bad at some points, so please be gentle with me XD

I will write smut if you want (I actually like it). At this point: If you’re non-binary and you have a woman’s body: I will write for you and a male (or another non-binary with a man’s body, or another woman, you got me).

I only write smut for people, who are older than 16 (in the story).

I like to be creative in every genre, I guess, but I haven’t written angsty stuff yet (but I’m open for it) and I’m not good at bad ends...

You can describe yourself as specific as you want, for example what nationality you have, or skincolor, or anything else.

Requests are CLOSED RN

NOTE: When a character's name is orange I DO NOT write for them at the moment.

Who I write for:

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Warren Worthington III

MJ

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark

Valkyrie

Bucky Barnes

Sylvie Laufeysdottir

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Tom Hiddleston

Zendaya

Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Dylan O'Brien

Harrison Osterfield

Henry Cavill

Ben Hardy

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger

Sirius Black (young)

Remus Lupin (young)

James Potter (young)

Lily Evans (young)

Regulus Black (young)

+ Poly: Wolfstar, Jegulus

Maze runner:

Newt

Thomas

Brenda

+ Poly: Newtmas

The hobbit:

Thorin Oakenshield <3

Kili Durin

Fili Durin

Thranduil

+ Poly: Bagginshield

Lord of the rings:

Aragorn

Arwen

+ Poly: Aralas

The witcher:

Geralt

Jaskier

Ciri

+ Poly: Geraskier

Helluva boss:

Stolas

Blitzo

+ Poly: Stolas x Blitzo

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks <3

Benji Campbell

Hawaii Five-O:

Steve McGarrett

Danny Williams

Tani Rey

Shadowhunters:

Alexander 'Alec' Lightwood

Magnus Bane

Jace Lightwood

Clary Fairchild

+ Poly: Malec, Jace x Simon, Clizzy

Merlin:

Arthur Pendragon

Sir Gwaine

Merlin

+ Poly: Merthur

Chronicles of Narnia:

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian

The goldfinch:

Boris Pavlikovsky

+ Poly: Boris x Theo

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Billy Hargrove

+ Poly: Mungrove

Wednesday:

Enid Sinclair

Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen:

Roger Taylor

Brian May

Gwilym Lee!Brian May

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor

+ Poly: Brian x Roger

6 Underground:

Billy/Four

Masterlist

The hobbit:

Thorin

Thorin with an introverted boyfriend

Thorin with a jealous boyfriend

Thorin being attracted to his smoking boyfriend

Thorin with a boyfriend who can transform into a horse

Love at first sight

Arachnophobia is a bitch

Thorin with an angel boyfriend

Thorin with his FtM!Pregnant!Husband

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Studying with Peter

Loki

Bottom!Loki x Top!Male!Reader

Soft sex with Bottom!Loki

Loki with a boyfriend who can only sleep to noise

Little chat #1

Bucky Barnes

Wholesome smut

Thor

Thor with a boyfriend who is the god of wisdom

Mixed

Loki/Peter/Tony/Thor x Male!Reader (also NSFW)

Celebrities:

Tom Holland

Little chat #1

Little chat #2

Little chat #3

Little chat #4

Little chat #5

Helluva boss:

Imagine being Stolas and Blitzo's boyfriend

Love, Victor:

Mia Brooks:

Being Mia's girlfriend

Shadowhunters:

Magnus Bane:

Magnus with his boyfriend but it's very gay

Alec Lightwood:

Alec Lightwood x Trans!Male!Reader

Merlin:

Sir Gwaine:

Little chat #1

Night activities

Candy hearts

(Y/N) is drowning but it's funny

Pregnant!Ftm!(Y/N) (and Gwaine being a sweet husband)

Merthur and Male!Reader x Gwaine fucking but no actual smut

Marauders:

Everyone:

Marauders comforting you after you were raped by your boyfriend

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove:

tease

smoking together for the first time

Male!Reader makes Billy question his sexuality pt.2 pt.3

Comforting Billy after he gets abused by Neil

Making out with Billy

Fucking Billy after pe class

Eddie Munson:

giving trans!Eddie a blowjob at a pool

Queen:

Roger Taylor:

you have sex for the first time after Roger gets back from tour

new name for trans!masc!(Y/N)

Sir Brian May:

Going to university with Brian (Trans!Male!Reader)

[interstellarrambles]

Hi! Love your writing! Would you ever consider doing a Billy Hargrove x plus size reader? Maybe the reader is shy and nerdy so the party are always hanging around her, she's like an cool older sister to them. Billy finds the kids annoying because they're always around the reader when he tries to ask her out. Thanks!

heya love! very sorry I took my time with this but I wanted to make it perfect as a chubby girl myself. I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably the longest piece I've ever written, it's like four in one. solis x

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female plus size!reader

fandom: stranger things

warnings: bullies unsurprisingly, nothing terrible, abusive families, domestic abuse

fourth time lucky. bh.

the three times billy hargrove tried to ask you out, and the one time it actually worked.

hair pushed back, cig hanging gently on his smiling lips and jeans sprayed onto his muscular thighs; Billy Hargrove looked almost delectable as he stood, leaning against your lockers and waiting for you to show up. this had become a regular thing since you'd first started hanging out, and though the other teenagers of Hawkins couldn't work out why Billy would want to hang around for you, he couldn't care less. whenever he needed someone real to comfort him, and show him he was worthy of love and affection, you were there. you made him feel more alive, and that made him breathless ironically whenever he was around you. touch starved was never a word Billy would ever associate with himself until he met you. no matter how many girls had laid their hands on him, he needed none of them as much as he needed your touch.

already this afternoon, Tommy had tried to pull him away, promising him a girl at his party later on, but Billy simply shook his head and remained where he was. you were due a free period right now, and he wanted to skip and go hang out before the end of school when he'd have to pick up Max.

it was through Max and the gang that the two of you had met properly for the first time, and though she'd hated his insistent flirting, she had to admit that she didn't mind hanging out with you more. suddenly less boisterous and cruel, whenever he was around you, Max noticed how Billy would change. he loved how much you cared about the gang, even if he could never work out why you cared so much.

caring and sweet, yet undeniably outspoken and confident: it was something Billy loved about you - you had the capability to show so much love, perhaps because of experiencing a severe lack of it, but on the other hand, you still stood up for yourself and protected the ones you loved fiercely. your years in high school before billy had been ridden with cruel taunts and bullying because of your appearance, hence why you began hanging out with the gang, but since he had joined, people quickly learned not to mention you in the wrong way. whether it was the love he felt for you in his heart that motivated him to dish out bruises and broken bones in your honour, or the way you always patched him up after and kissed his bruised knuckles as a thank you, he wasn't really sure. in his heart, he knew it was a mixture of both.

Billy had been too caught up in his thoughts to notice you coming around the corner moments before, but when he heard your laughter bouncing through the corridor, he knew it was you. gazing on in adoration, he watched as you walked towards him, your boots hitting the ground quicker when you noticed him waiting. your smiles and soft skin just visible from your clothes made him nervous, and though he wasn't accustomed to the feeling he'd put up with it if you were part of the deal.

"hey princess, been missing you," he smirked, removing his cigarette to talk properly. up close, he made a note that you were wearing one of his old shirts, one he had left at yours one night after a fight with his father. the bitter memory of his injuries was somewhat sweetened by the memory of you kissing his wounds and holding him. he hoped you'd find comfort in him too.

"hey Billy, thanks for waiting," softly smiling back, you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed him back so you could open your locker. as you touched him, gentle but firm, his muscles tensed noticeably and he felt his heart race a little faster.

"so uhh, I had something I wanted to ask you doll," his demeanour quickly became less relaxed, and you felt yourself fill with nerves. a blush spread across your cheeks when he called you that pet name, your imagination getting the better of you. imagining him whispering, groaning that pet name in another predicament completely made your skin feel hot to the touch.

right as you nodded and he went to continue, one of the gang cleared their throats in an effort to get your attention.

you chuckled as you watched his face quickly drop. behind you stood the gang smiling up at Billy, half scared, half amused. the way you'd yelled at him in the past for even laying a finger on them made him too scared to dare do anything, but the threat remained in their minds.

the kids muttered between themselves as you and Billy took a step aside. you tried to keep your head straight as you watched his muscles tense and the st christopher bounce against his chest, but you still felt slightly dizzy. with you stood against the lockers, him mere centimetres away, your mind was racing and you just hoped he couldn't tell.

"princess..." his tone was a mix of warning and pleading, and made your hair stand on edge. Billy knew the kids wanted to come and hang out at your house, since no one else's parents would allow it. but Billy wanted you to himself for once, and when it came to you, whatever Billy wanted, he usually got. perhaps not today though.

shaking his head, Billy knew he'd lost the battle when you smiled and tilted your head at him.

"okay, but they're gonna have to make it up to me at some point," he stated, loud enough for the whole corridor to hear, turning to you with a smile, he whispered, "and so will you doll."

a few weeks later, you found yourself sat on the bleachers in the school gym, watching Billy practice. confident, proud and talented: Billy knew he was good at basketball, better than anyone else on the team, so he enjoyed the moments on the pitch. it was one of those moments where Billy felt good at something; it was something he could be proud of.

lighting up with joy, his face was always a wonder when he noticed you were watching, and it made your stomach fill with butterflies. though you were sure the guys on his team would've said something about you hanging around, you were also sure he'd shut them up. it made you nervous being in a room full of boys that had made your high school experience suck, but the occasional smiles from Billy were worth it.

the mainly quiet gym, hour long practice and shirtless Billy were all more than enough to convince you to attend every practice he had, using the space to revise or study (or spend your time gazing at the boy of your dreams). as well as this, Billy always rushed through showering and getting ready afterwards to take you to a local diner, where the two of you would hang out and waste away the evening with jukebox dancing and milkshakes.

having the privilege to be in the presence of post workout Billy was something you'd never stop being grateful for, because his bad boy act usually dropped during these times. buzzing with energy, he'd grab your hand while he drove down the endless country roads and tell you stories of running away, making a new life. his eyes would electrify, and you'd both lose track of time, playing his music way too loud and dancing badly.

hopefully, today would be no different. you both had a big test the next day and you had revised so much your brain had turned grey and blurry. Billy needed a pick me up too, since his home life had been worsening, so you vowed to make tonight memorable for him. planning ahead, you'd packed a bag with a blanket and some snacks, hoping to find somewhere to stop and have a fire.

as you finished going through your notes one last time, the coach blew the final whistle indicating practice was over. after receiving a wink from Billy and waving back to him gleefully, you began packing away your notebooks and headed for the car park, where you'd wait for him.

by the time Billy joined you, his hair still wet from the showers, you were freezing, your jumper not quite shielding from the bitter mid spring air. immediately, Billy picked up on this and before even greeting you his jacket was wrapped around your frame. it made you nervous sometimes, since his clothes weren't as baggy on you as they would be on other girls, and this threatened to wipe the smile off of your face.

"sorry I took so long doll, Steve was giving me shit," although his face showed obvious distaste for Steve, his eyes still softened at the sight of you in his clothes: "you look gorgeous today y/n, even better with my jacket."

blushing, you hugged him silently, chuckling to yourself when he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket to reach for a his lighter and cigarettes.

"there's no surprise," swinging open the door for you, he simply ignored your remark, so you continued, "what's the plan for today then?"

Billy had also wanted today to be special. he'd thought it over and over in his mind, trying to think of something good enough, a way to ask you out properly that suited you, showed you how much your deserved. he thought he'd come up with a pretty good idea, but it would have to be a surprise for now to make the reveal even more worthwhile.

"well babe, that is a surprise, you'll have to wait and see," he teased, a smirk rolling around his lips, sharing the space with his lit cigarette. hopping into the seat next to you, Billy began driving away from Hawkins high school, his palm resting gently on your thigh. a small affection you had grown to love, the feel of his palm against your skin set your body alight almost and you had to fight the smile threatening your lips.

Billy eventually let you know he needed to pick some things up from his house before you could set off together to do whatever he had planned, claiming he'd left something at home that morning. therefore, when his Camaro rolled up the street to his house, you settled into the seat, not expecting to have to wait long before he'd be back.

with the weight of his denim jacket on your torso, you fiddled with the seams of it, adoring the way it swamped your body even if you knew you probably looked ridiculous. tuning out to the situation, you knew Billy wouldn't invite you in at all, so you busied yourself organising the front seat of his car, something he'd probably kill anyone else for.

living with his father, there were certain things Billy was sensitive to, things he could piece together pretty quickly to decipher the situation. so when he saw the lights of the living room illuminating the house and heard the stern voice of his father hollering through the house, it set his body on full alert. he knew pretty quickly it had something to do with Max, since she had told him not to bother taking her home, saying she didn't want to wait until practice was over.

Billy figured he could buy perhaps another half hour to drive you home and pretend like everything was normal; the outcome would be the same regardless, he'd be blamed and punished for whatever stupid thing his step sister had decided to do.

hands shaking, Billy returned to the car, his lips pressed tightly together as he gripped the steering wheel white knuckled.

realising the tension coursing through his body, you slowly placed your hand in his empty one, holding it on one of your thighs. only moments before he'd been touching your skin with a completkely different emotion racing through his veins. he'd been overtaken by excitement and anticipation, wondering whether he'd finally be able to kiss you tonight and hear you call him yours properly. fear and adrenaline had replaced this now, and anticipation for a completely different evening set his heart beating off time.

his eyes trailed over to you for a second, a silent acknowledgement, a thank you for showing him the love he needed. whether you were good with words or not, it didn't matter since he probably wouldn't hear you over his heart pounding.

keeping him grounded, the warmth of your hands around his and the soft of your thighs held him in place; reminded him there was good in the world.

"I... Billy I wanted to say something, and I don't know if now is the right time," you started, regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth, but not being able to stop once you'd started, " you mean the world to me, and I..."

the words got choked in your throat, and though his eyes remained on the road, you felt the car pull over so he could focus on you. it was so fucking embarrassing to Billy. tonight of all nights, when Billy was planning to ask you to be his girl, his little sister had decided to sneak out instead of riding home, and got caught. his dad was furious and now Billy was livid with Max again. but most of all, he was embarrassed that his home life was so fucked up, he couldn't even take the time outside of school to ask you on a date.

processing the words you were speaking to him wasn't really working in his overactive mind, and you could tell. reaching with your hands, you held his face and as you spoke, he watched your lips shamelessly

"I'm sorry it's like this Billy. I wish I could do something. I just want you to be safe."

Billy didn't have anything in mind to respond to your sympathy with, so he simply leaned into your touch one final time.

"you should get going. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. my dad..." he trailed off but you understood clearly.

miserably reaching for your bag, you leaned over to him and kissed his cheek before clambering out and making your way up to your house. butterflies still fluttered around your stomach at the small moment of bliss, having him so close yet so far, even if the moment was horrifically tainted.

Billy traces his fingers across the shape your lips has branded into his cheek and smiles softly for a second, forgetting himself in your love.

today, Billy had noticed something different about you. adorned in one of his borrowed band shirts, a confidence seemed to radiate from your skin, and though he didn't know what had provoked it, he was determined to keep it there.

glittering with amusement, your eyes widened as he stole your book from your hands and took the seat next to you. in the cafeteria especially, many wondered why Billy Hargrove, the legend, would sit with someone quite a bit lower down the social ladder. even so, his presence, along with the faint smell of cigarettes and aftershave, followed you in your lunch periods and you were eternally grateful. you loved spending your lunch times listening to him complain about Steve and Tommy, and you loved how he'd listen intently to your ramblings about school, home and whatever work you were doing.

whenever Billy wasn't with you, cutting remarks would haunt you like a second shadow, and though you were big enough to deal with it yourself, it was nice not having to.

as he winked at you and dropped your book back into your lap, your heart swelled a little and you didn't quite notice one of his teammates walking by, so when his voice cut through your moment harshly.

"hey Billy, I didn't realise you were trying on the fat girl? c'mon there's much better-" the boy didn't quite get to finish his sentence before Billy had him against a nearby support, clearly furious.

gripping the lapels of his jacket, Billy practically growled, "I suggest you shut the hell up before I beat your ass," before dropping him, realising the staff members had caught on to his out burst. as well as the rest of the students, whose eyes quickly landed on you, shaking and visibly embarrassed.

pathetically whimpering as he crawled away, the boy avoided your path when he noticed you snatch your bag and make a run for it. breathing hard, Billy quickly grabbed his jacket before chasing after you as you hurried outside, gasping for air. your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you couldn't help but wish it didn't have to be like this.

you cursed his athletic nature when he caught up to you almost immediately, whispering "hey, hey don't cry babe, don't cry about him, he's an asshole," over and over while pulling you into a hug.

until he mentioned it, you didn't notice you were crying, fat tears making his sweater soggy. glittering again, this time your eyes struggled to meet his when he pulled away to speak to you.

"I'm so, I'm sorry you had to do that for me Billy, I," you started in between wiping the tears away on your sleeve. wrapping his jacket around you, he smiled and replied "it's no problem, I just wanna see you smiling girl, that's all. I just lose my temper when they say shit like that because I just..." before he managed to finish his sentence, you took his hand, already half expecting but not quite believing what he was about to say. trembling but warm, strong; his eyes dropped to your hands intertwined and you were somewhat shocked to see a blush forming across his cheeks.

"I wanna look after you forever y/n. hate seeing you upset, you're too important to me," Billy couldn't believe he'd copped out with such a wishy washy answer, but it satisfied you. you knew what he really meant behind his words and you felt the same, which was why you pushed yourself into his arms again and kept your face pushed against his neck for longer than before.

the cold bite of his metal jewellery against your skin mixed with the faint smell of his cologne made you almost light headed, overtaken with love and light swarming your insides, but with his arms around your waist, there was nothing but safety to be felt.

smiling against his skin, you whispered loud enough for only him to hear,

"you're important to me too Billy, always will be."

perhaps a month or so later, Billy stood against his Camaro, a cigarette painting his lips with grey smoke, watching as you ran over to him. smiles exchanged from a distance as usual, he couldn't help but notice yours was bigger than usual and he wondered why.

knuckles clenching when he saw Steve and the children close by, following your heels, he felt worry wash over him and he became gripped by the though that Steve had perhaps made a move. Billy had always gotten the idea that Steve was interested, since you hung out more than average friends due your shared love for the kids. it could've also been a sense of masculinity that Billy had always felt he needed to uphold - Steve had been the king once and what would stop you from seeing that he was better for you than Billy would ever be?

Billy had never had to deal with feelings of insufficiency before, and he wasn't quite sure what to do. washed away as quickly as they had arrived though, he felt himself calm when you came closer and fixed his collar for him. his breath fanning against your neck as you reached to unfurl the collar, his warmth enveloped you and it took everything in you to hold back.

blissed out from just that moment, Billy took a few seconds to realise there was something in your hand before asking, eyeing the kids behind you.

"there's a fair coming nearby!" El butted in, earning a ruffle of her hair from you and a slight smile from Billy - he had to admit she was cute sometimes.

"and obviously, we're going," you proposed, half asking, half demanding.

Steve smirked at the way you placed a hand on Billy's chest, unconcerned at the glare he received from Billy as a result.

"I'm off, come on kids, you can come to mine," Steve announced, giving you a smile that just reeked of 'tell him you pussy'.

a few goodbyes were said and hugs were given, and then you were alone with Billy, Max clambering into the car to give you a minute. perhaps even she could sense what was going to happen.

Billy simply raised an eyebrow having clearly worked out there was something on your mind.

"Billy, I've been wanting to say it for a while and I wasn't really sure how you'd react, but," hot, red and fast, Billy could feel his blood pulsating as the words tumbled from your lips, but he couldn't stop looking at them.

"I wanted to know if you'd go to the fair with me, as more than just friends? I get it if not, but I like you a lot and it's kinda..."

before you could finish your sentence, Billy was asking if he could kiss you, ignoring everyone around you.

soft, warm and comforting, his lips against yours convinced you you had no reason to be nervous. the kiss quickly deepened, your hands laced through his hair and his settled on your waist.

"God I've waited too long for this," he whispered into your neck.

[multi-fandom-fanfiction]

WHAT I HAVE TO DO

Here is a list of my......

Request

ship request

drafts

Things I have to do

Ideas 

let me know which of these interest you guys the most and I will start with that. I am not sure where to start with so many so if you guys could vote and any you would like to see first.

These are all the requests I have for ships and Imagines if you don't see yours it was either lost or I never got it please resend it. 

ship request

A Riverdale Male ship

A TVD unspecified gender X Gender Neutral ship

A male and female Riverdale ship

A TVD and Riverdale Male and Female ship

Male MCU and Riverdale ship

Actor and Character ship for MCU and TO

Requests

Jamie and Cersei Lannister X Daughter!Reader (Platonic)

(Cersei wants to marry off there daughter but she is Jamie”s pride and joy and wont let that happen)

FP Jones X Teen!Reader (Smut) (FP Jones x reader!teens!rough)

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Platonic!!!) he’s sadistic like joffery? that’s the reason they’re really close and trust each other more than anything

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader (Smut) (joffrey imagine where him and his sister (2 years older) have always had sexual tension but they never saw it that way and one night while she’s changing joffrey bursts through the door angry about something but stops when he sees her. both of them at this point are horny for each other and he comes up to her kissing her while he grabs her breast and shes kind of in shock still but melts into it and yeah they have sex on the bed and take turns topping each other)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader (Smut) (Ramsay (got) has a younger sister and they often have intercourse, but this one night Ramsay brings Reek, his father and mother into readers room and ties them up. He tells them to watch. So Ramsay and her have really rough sex and tells them to look at her and makes her look at them to make sure they knows how good Ramsay makes her feel. When they’re done they kill them)

Betty Cooper X Fem!Reader (damn! i would have never imagined myself being with betty but when i was reading your post, u couldn't stop myself from smiling! soft girlfriends haha. i love it! 💖💖💖 could you do something like this but as best friends with cheryl/toni or even both if it's not too hard for you? i wanna see where it would go!)

Daenerys Targaryen X mercenary!male reader (The reader is a mercenary whom Cersei hires to kidnap Daenerys shortly after she arrives at Dragonstone. But instead of bringing Dany to Cersei, the mercenary decides to keep her for himself and tame her into becoming his willing lover)

Cersei Lannister X Fem!Reader (The reader faints in Cersei"s arm)

Petyr Baelish X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Semi Requested!) (Now that all of her brothers are gone Robert"s legitimate daughter has risen to be seated on the throne. Her council is demanding a husband what will the new queen do!)

Robb Stark X Baratheon Fem!Reader (Hey I love your work! Could I request some angsty robb stark x reader? Maybe reader is Cersei and robert’s true child and was married off to robb. Cersei is very distressed about your wellbeing when the war breaks out and when she learns of the plans of the red wedding, she begs her father to spare you. He does but at a price for your continued show of hatred of the Baratheons and lannisters. Letting you have to watch as robb dies and returning you home without realizing you’re pregnant.)

A wolverine request but I can't find the info (so if you requested a wolverine request please resend it)

In my drafts

Billy Hargrove X Fem!Reader and Steve Harrigton X Fem!Reader

Lip Gallagher X Sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)

Jughead Jones X Plus Sized Fem!Reader

Joffery Barathen X Twin!Sister Reader (Smut)

Sam and Dean Winchester X Sister!Reader (smut but none between Sam and Dean)

Ivar the Boneless X sister!Reader (Maybe smut not sure)

Jim Hopper X Younger Fem!Reader

FP Jones X Younger Fem!Reader X Gladys Jones (Smut)

Sweet Pea X Fem!Reader X Reggie Mantle (Smut? Nothing between Sweet Pea and Reggie/ )

Cheryl Blossom X Fem!Reader X Betty Cooper (Smut /Nothing between Betty and Cheryl/)

FP Jones X Fem!Reader X Sweet Pea (Smut/Nothing between FP and Sweet Pea)

Daenerys Targaryen X Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut / Nothing between Dany and Sansa)

Joffery Baratheon X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)

Margaery Tyrell X Baratheon(Lannister) Fem!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut/Nothing between Margaery and Sansa)

Ramsay Bolton X Sister!Reader X Sansa Stark (Smut)

Ragnar Lothbrok X Christian Princess!Reader X Ivar Lothbrok (Smut/Nothing between Ragnar and Ivar/)

Lagertha X Lothbrok Fem!Reader x Torvi (Smut)

lagertha x Ealhmunding!reader x ragnar Lothbrok(smut)

Billy Hargrove X Harrington Fem!Reader

Steve Harrgton X Henderson Fem!Reader

Jason Dean X Fem!Reader

Mark Sloan X Shepherd!Reader

other things I have to do

Post the next few updates to A Dark Truth

Update my books on wattpad

ideas I have that I may post to get back into writing to add to the drafts for another time

Bellamy Blake X Fem!Reader

Klaus Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Lincoln Kom Trikru X Fem!Reader

Damon Salvatore X Fem!reader

Octavia Blake X Fem!Reader

Kai Parker X Fem!Reader

Raven Reyes X Fem!Reader

Sebastian X Fem!Reader

Josephine Lightbourne X Fem!Reader

Hope Mikaelson X Fem!Reader

Chuck Bass X Fem!Reader

Lizzie Saltzman X Fem!Reader

Blair Waldorf X Fem!Reader

Dark!Josie Saltzman X Fem Reader

Bellamy Blake X Sister!Reader (Smut)

Caroline Forbes X Fem!Reader

Bellamy Blake X Sister Reader X Octavia Blake (smut)

Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Klaus Mikaelson X Sister!Reader (Smut)

Klaus X sister!Reader X Rebekah (Smut)

[alagalaska]

It’s On!- Chapter One

Please note: this chapter was edited on 17th June 2022. If you read it before this date, please make sure you reread before moving onto chapter two, otherwise it won’t make sense. Thank you!

Summary: Mini-series. Y/N is the captain of the female basketball team at Hawkins High. She clashes with the new captain of the male team when he keeps booking out the gym, leaving the girls with nowhere to practice

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem! Reader

A/N: This is for @lets-hargroove​’s Valentine’s Writing Challenge, thanks for letting me take part bbe! I had so much fun writing this and I really hope you guys enjoy it. Please like, comment or reblog to let me know what you think! 

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers trope

MASTERLIST // SERIES MASTERLIST

Disclaimer: Full disclaimer in series masterlist but please don’t steal/ copy my work, plagiarism is a crime!

Chapter warnings: swearing, smoking, my limited knowledge of basketball, brief mention of symptoms leading up to a panic attack (may be triggering for some, please read with caution).

Word count: 9,912

——————————————

It’s Monday morning. You drive into the school parking lot in your faded red Vauxhall Astra, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel in time to the beat. The Cindy Lauper cassette you had bought at the weekend blasts out of the stereo. 

You weave your way through the lanes of cars, singing along to the music. Pulling up to your usual spot, you dance around in your seat as you shift into reverse and start backing into the space.

“Girls, they wanna have fu-un, oh-oh, girls just wanna have- Crap!” Your foot abruptly finds the brake. 

You’ve only just noticed that the car on your right is parked at an angle, so that its back end is sticking out into your space. Shit, that was close. You turn down the music slightly and squint into your wing mirror at the available room. Not a chance I’ll fit in there.

Sighing in frustration, you pull back out of the space and search for another one.

When you eventually jump out of your car, you check your wristwatch. Luckily you’ll still have time to make a detour to the office on your way to class. You walk past the car that’s blocking your usual parking space, glaring at it as you go. Annoyingly, it’s a nice car; a Chevy Camaro, dark blue. Shame its driver parks like a douche, you think.

------

“Morning, Amber,” you greet the receptionist cheerily as you enter through the door of the school office. You stop in front of the desk, smiling brightly at the young woman, not much older than you. She looks over the top of her large glasses at you, blue eye shadow painted right up to her brows. “I’d like to book the gym for after school tomorrow please.” 

“‘Fraid it’s already been booked,” she tells you matter-of-factly, reaching for the clipboard with the room bookings on. Her oversized bangles slide down her arm as she picks it up, clunking together noisily. 

“By who?” you ask her. Tuesday was one of your days, everyone knew that.

She glances down at it, at arm’s length.

“Boys’ Basketball,” she reads disinterestedly then turns it round for you to look at. You take it from her, holding it in both hands, disbelievingly. 

What the hell?

Of all the teams to steal your slot, you thought they’d be the least likely. When you took over as captain for the girls’ basketball team, you’d made an arrangement with the boys’ captain; you’d get the gym for practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays and they’d get it Wednesdays and Fridays. And that’s how it had been since. 

You frown at the initials scrawled in the box where yours would usually be; ‘B.H.’ 

They aren’t the captain’s initials. 

“Can I book it for Wednesday?” You ask.

“You know the rules,” she says, without taking her eyes off the magazine that’s resting on her lap, poorly concealed by the edge of the desk, “you can’t book out rooms any earlier than the day before and it’s first come, first serve.”

“But, they stole my slot, I need it on Wednesday,” you attempt to argue. 

“Then come back and book it tomorrow,” she says pointedly, dabbing the tip of one of her manicured fingers against her tongue and turning the page of her Cosmo with it. 

When you don’t move, she slowly raises her gaze to look at you over the top of her glasses again. She chews on the wad of gum in her mouth, staring at you expectantly, as if to say ‘Are we done here?’

You sigh in defeat and put the clipboard back on her desk. She lowers her eyes back to the magazine and adjusts her position in her chair.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you chirp with fake enthusiasm. You curse her under your breath as you push the door open and step into the corridor, now bustling with students on their way to first period. 

------

You stop at your locker on the way to English. Nancy is waiting there for you, as usual, with her back resting against the front of her locker, next to yours. She looks particularly doe-like today, with her tawny hair clipped back delicately at the front, framing her heart-shaped face. Steve leans over her, whispering in her ear. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

Nancy glances up the corridor in your direction then pushes gently against his chest with her hand when she sees you approaching. 

“I’ll catch you later,” He says to her. He gives her a lingering kiss on the lips then turns to head up the corridor for his first lesson. He glances back over his shoulder to wave at you both then carries on, smoothing his hand through his hair as he goes.

“Hey,” Nancy greets you happily.

You drop your bag to the floor, between your feet, nudging it gently with the toe of your shoe until it sits upright on its own. “Hi.”

“You have a good weekend?” She asks you. The hinges of her locker squeak as she pulls it open.

“Yeah, you?” You reply automatically.

You fiddle distractedly with the dial of your locker, lining the numbers up in the wrong order a couple of times before getting it right.

“Yeah, thanks; it was a shame about the rain though. Didn’t get to do a whole lot, you know, studied mostly.” She smiles to herself. 

A crease slowly forms in her brow as she watches the way you’re grabbing books and shoving them into your bag with more force than is necessary. “You ok?”

You shut your locker and look at her.

She’s wearing a light blue button-up cardigan that compliments her eyes. Her cheeks are still flushed slightly pink from her encounter with Steve. 

“Yeah, sorry,” you say. “I just tried to book out the gym for practice tomorrow but the guy’s team have booked it.”

“What?” She stares at you, her eyes wide. “But we always have it on Tuesdays.” She leans a shoulder against the locker, her arms folded over the books she’s holding. She frowns. “What are we gonna do?”

You sigh.

“What can we do? They booked it first and it’s ‘first come, first serve,’” you mock Amber’s bored, nasally tone. 

“Ugh,” Nancy groans, sharing your frustration. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t have minded so much if they’d just asked to swap days. Now I have to try and rearrange with everyone last minute.” You heave your bag strap onto your shoulder and start off in the direction of your classroom. 

“Well, I can’t do Wednesday,” she cuts in quickly, hurrying to match your stride. “I’m seeing Steve after school.” She glances at you apologetically.

“But you see him in school, is that not enough?” You ask, trying- if only half-heartedly- not to sound annoyed. 

“I’m sorry, but he’s taking me to see a movie. We haven’t had a proper date in ages; I’d feel bad if I cancelled on him. And besides,” she continues, “Both Ashley and Margo can’t make Wednesday either; they have detention.” 

“Oh yeah,” you sigh, remembering. 

You knew it was too last minute to hope everyone would be free. You yourself have a study group on Wednesday anyway which you should probably go to.

You already knew Friday would be no good; most of the girls had other commitments, which is why you never practised then. Although you would have been willing to sacrifice your plans for the sake of training, you knew you couldn’t expect everyone else to do the same; and there was no way to get Ashley and Margo out of detention anyway.

You reach the room you have English in and take your seats over by the window on the far side of the room. 

Once you’re settled in your chair with your books on the desk in front of you, your eyes drift to the outside.

“Wait, what about the forecourt?” You suggest to Nancy, pointing through the window at the expanse of grey asphalt.

“What about it?” she asks, following your finger with her eyes until she too is staring out into the dreary gloom. 

“We could practice out there tomorrow; that way we can still have two sessions this week and no one has to cancel their plans,” you explain. 

A gust of wind blows through the bare branches of the trees and you fight back the urge to shiver. It’s certainly not ideal, but you could put up with it this one time. 

“You’re kidding,” Nancy says. It’s a statement, not a question. She looks at you; takes in your expression. “Y/N, there’s no Basketball hoops on the forecourt.” She gives a small laugh, like the whole concept is ridiculous to her. 

“Well, we can still practice manoeuvres,” you say as the teacher bustles into the room.

Nancy just looks at you sceptically. You already know that the rest of the team is going to hate the idea.

------

Later that day, at lunch break, you’re proven right. You enter the cafeteria and head for the table where the whole girls’ basketball team is sitting, in the top left hand corner of the room.  It was usual for you all to meet at lunch time on Mondays, to discuss your training for the following day. As you walk over, Nancy looks up and catches your eye. She stands and quickly hurries over to you as you’re approaching, meeting you half-way. She leans into your side as you continue walking towards the table, slowing your pace. 

“Just FYI,” she says in a hushed voice, “I may have mentioned your plan for practice tomorrow, and let’s just say, it did not go down well, sorry.” She glances at you with regret. “Ashley’s already kicked off.” You glance at the table to see Ashley watching you both approaching, as Jessica witters away in her ear. 

“Just thought I’d warn you,” Nancy says.

Great. Now you wish you’d just gone and eaten your lunch in your car, alone. 

“Thanks Nance.” You give her a tight smile. “This’ll be fun,” you add under your breath.

Nancy slips back into her seat between Molly and Margo and continues chewing daintily on her sandwich.

You circle the table, choosing to perch on the end of the bench. When your bum’s not even halfway to the seat, Ashley pipes up. 

“So what’s all this about us practising outside tomorrow?” She crosses her arms and leans them on the edge of the table.

You suppress a sigh, placing your bag on the table in front of you and pull out your lunch. Before you can answer, she continues. 

“We’ve got a game coming up. How are we supposed to practice without hoops?” She casts a look around at the other team members. Jessica nods in agreement.

You remember competing with Ashley to become Captain when the old one graduated. She’s not really ever forgiven you for being chosen over her. Sometimes you’re convinced she thinks she is the Captain, with the way she speaks to you. 

You try to keep your tone calm as you reply. “The boys’ team stole our slot in the gym for tomorrow and the only other available space is outside,” you explain, addressing everyone at the table. Molly, your forward, starts whining about the cold, but you continue over her.

“And just because there’s no hoops on the forecourt, that doesn’t mean we can’t practice. Tomorrow we will be focusing on circuit training and manoeuvres, which are both still vital to help everyone prepare for the game.” You glance pointedly at Ashley. Unusually, she looks like she’s biting her tongue, scowling moodily at you from across the table. 

“Guys, it’s one session,” you remind them. “I’m sure we can all just suck it up for two hours. And, unless you can find a way to get out of detention on Wednesday,” you say, addressing Ashley directly, “it’s our only option.” 

“Well, I’m wearing my coat for the whole session, and you can’t stop me,” Molly chimes in. You don’t bother to respond.

There’s a flurry of conversation, amongst which you can hear various members of your team voicing their many complaints. 

You meet Nancy’s eyes across the table and she offers you a shrug, as if to say ‘what can you do?’

------

Between fifth and sixth period the same day, you’re stood around your locker with Nancy, Steve and one of Nancy’s friends, Tina. Tina is in the middle of animatedly telling you a story about a party she went to the other night, when she realises you’re not paying her any attention. 

“Hey, what’s up wi-” she cuts off mid-sentence when she sees what’s drawn your eyes. 

You’re busy watching a guy walking up the corridor towards you. The pair of you stare, quite blatantly, as he approaches. He has an angular jawline and tanned skin. His dark blonde hair is styled into a mullet and hangs to his shoulders. He’s wearing fitted jeans, a white shirt tucked into the waistband and undone at the chest, and a denim jacket. 

Noticing that he’s got your attention, he smiles confidently and winks at you as he passes. You lean back against your locker, clutching your books to your chest. It feels like all the air has been sucked from your lungs.

“Who is that?” you ask nobody in particular, your eyes following him as he continues up the corridor. Damn, those jeans fit him real well, you think, as your gaze lingers on his ass and thighs. As he turns the corner at the end of the hall he looks back over his shoulder, locking eyes with you. His face breaks into another grin as he catches you staring, then he disappears from view. 

“That’s Billy, he transferred from Cali a couple weeks ago,” Tina explains, sounding breathless. “People are already calling him the new king of Hawkins High.” 

Steve scoffs loudly at that.

“I haven’t seen him before,” you say. You’re certain you would have remembered if you had.

“Yeah, he doesn’t show up for class a whole lot. I think we’re supposed to have Chem with him,” she says.

“Y/N, please don’t tell me you have the hots for him?” Nancy asks, noticing the way your eyes keep flitting back up the corridor. You spot a group of girls further up the hall that are all huddled together, giggling amongst themselves. You’re obviously not the only one who had noticed Billy.

“He’s already made out with half the school,” she over exaggerates, closing her locker, with a disgusted wrinkle of her nose. 

“Oh come on, Nance, you’ve got to admit, he’s gorgeous,” Tina says dreamily, twisting the end of her ponytail round her finger. 

“If you like that kind of thing,” Nancy shrugs, aware that Steve is paying particularly close attention. “He’s not my type,” she adds, giving Steve’s arm a reassuring touch. Kisses his cheek for good measure. 

“Yeah, he’s a total jerk, Y/N,” Steve agrees. 

But as you shut your locker and head to your final lesson, you can’t help but glance in the direction Billy headed again, completely mystified by him.

———————————————

You throw your bag down onto the desk and drop into your seat, next to your best friend, Heather Holloway. 

It’s Wednesday and, like usual, you’d just popped into the office to book the gym for Thursday after school, only to find out that the boys’ team have booked it, again.  

“Woah, who pissed you off this morning?” Heather asks from beside you. She surveys you with a raised brow, her brown hair illuminated from behind by the shaft of sunlight coming through the window. 

Typical that it would be nice weather today, after your abysmal training session outside yesterday. The team had looked miserable the whole time and had complained at every opportunity. Molly, as promised, had worn her puffy coat zipped right up to her chin and made a point of shivering dramatically every time you glanced in her direction.

You flip open your bag and start pulling out your notebook. 

“Is it that obvious, huh?” 

“With that scowl plastered on your face? Er, yeah,” she laughs. 

“The guys’ team stole my slot for basketball practice,” you tell her, rifling in your bag for a pen. 

“Again?” she asks you, surprised.

“Yeah. Goddammit,” you mutter to yourself, blindly shoving items out of the way with your hand, feeling around the bottom of your bag. You were trying not to let this whole thing with basketball practice affect your mood, but it was starting to become a challenge. 

Your fingers finally fumble over a pen and you grasp it, pulling it out of your bag and dropping it on top of your notebook. 

“We’ve never had this problem before. Maybe Matt needed to swap days this week but just forgot to ask me?” you say, thinking out loud. Yeah, that seems like a reasonable explanation. Annoying as it is, this is the first time this has happened since you’d struck up your little bargain with him. It’s probably only fair to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

At that moment, Mr. Lawrence, the Math teacher, bumbles into the room, cleaning his glasses on a cloth, his satchel squashed awkwardly under one arm. 

“Didn’t you hear?” Heather asks. “Matt’s not captain anymore.”

Mr Lawrence clears his throat for everyone’s attention, standing behind his desk, his glasses now squeezed once more onto his wide face. 

“What? Since when?” Your surprised voice cuts through the room just as the rest of the class settles into silence. 

The teacher glances at you and you lower your eyes to the front of your notebook, embarrassed. Heather giggles quietly beside you.

“Right then guys and gals,” he addresses the class, “we will be continuing from last week. If you could all please open your books and copy down what I’m about to write on the blackboard.” He pulls out some chalk and starts writing out an equation, glancing down at his notes periodically as he does. 

“What happened to Matt?” You whisper to Heather out of the corner of your mouth, watching your teacher’s back to see if he reacts. She leans closer to you, replying in a hushed voice.

“He broke his ankle or something, they replaced him last week.” 

That explains the unfamiliar initials you’d seen on the booking schedule. B.H.

“So who’s the new captain then?” You start half-heartedly copying down the equation. You scribble out a mistake and correct it. 

“I dunno,” Heather shrugs, frowning. “I thought they were gonna pick Tommy, but they didn’t,” she tells you. “Apparently they chose someone who joined really recently. Carol was furious about it.” 

You thought Tommy would have been the first choice for Captain, too. Everyone was always raving about how he was the best on the team, ever since Steve stopped playing.

Now it makes sense why their schedule had suddenly started changing; if the person who took over as captain wasn’t on the team before, they might not know about your arrangement. Either that, or they were choosing to ignore it. And as the rest of the team all knew and were accustomed to what days you used the gym, you were starting to think it might be the latter. 

“Hey, if it’s bothering you, why don’t you just go to their next practice?” she suggests with a smile. “See if you can chat to them about it.”

As usual, Heather was right. You should go, if only to introduce yourself to the new captain. Maybe politely point out to him that he’s been stealing your days in the gym, if he didn’t already realise that. You had to do something. You’re pretty sure your team would eat you alive if they had to endure another week of training outside. 

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll go talk to him tomorrow. Thanks Heather.” You smile warmly at her.

“Y/N and Heather,” Mr. Lawrence looks over his shoulder at the pair of you. “I take it you’ve finished copying this down?”

You both murmur apologies, Heather hurrying to pick up her pen, and fall into silence for the rest of the lesson.  

——

At lunchtime, you purposely wait to join your team’s table until five minutes before the bell is due to ring for next period. You bite your lip as you approach the table.

“Look, I hate this just as much as you guys do,” you say in response to the unhappy looks and various disgruntled noises you receive from them all, after explaining the situation. 

“I’m not built for the cold,” Molly winges. You remember her from yesterday, oversized coat hanging to her bare knees; red and chafed from the cold. 

“This is ridiculous,” Ashley says to Margo, not so subtly. You ignore her. 

“It’s ok, I’m going to talk to their new captain after practice tomorrow, see what’s going on. I’m sure we can all endure one more practice outside,” you tell them. Luckily, the bell rings, drowning out any more complaints. 

Everyone starts gathering up their debris from lunch; some carrying trays, others shoving empty food wrappers into nearby trash cans as they disperse. 

“You better get it sorted,” Nancy says, as you make your way out of the cantine together. “Ashley’s talking about mutiny already.” Fucking great, just what I need. 

She sees your expression. “Don’t worry about it though, I’m sure you’ll figure it out tomorrow.” She smiles kindly at you.

You hope she’s right. 

——

After school, you attend your study period. You’re in the school library, biology textbook open in front of you and a pen between your teeth, as you massage the headache forming over your brow. Your notes from class don’t make any sense at all and you’ve spent more time trying to decipher them than you’ve actually spent revising anything. There’s not long left of the session, so you get up from your seat, deciding to waste the last few minutes looking for a book about Basketball strategies which you have been meaning to check out. 

You browse the shelves, one eye on the clock by the door.

The book you’re looking for isn’t in the space where it should be, so you head back to your seat just as everyone is packing up. The other students bustle around you, eager to leave. Once you’ve grabbed your stuff, you head over to the Librarian’s desk, to see if they have any more copies. 

You watch as she flicks through the file of book cards from all the books currently on loan. When she finds the one she’s looking for she pulls it out of the file and holds it up for you to see. 

“Sorry dear, it was loaned out yesterday,” she says, regretfully. You take it from her and stare at the initials on the card. In that moment, your vision shrinks down to a pinprick, where the only thing you can see is B.H., scrawled in the same messy handwriting as on the booking schedule in the office. 

You hold the card in front of your face for a good ten seconds, just blinking at it, until the Librarian reaches over and gently plucks it from your hand. 

“Are you ok deary?” She asks, concerned. 

You grip your bag strap tightly, mumbling a “yeah, I’m fine,” as you head for the door. 

A small bubble of anger is rising in the pit of your stomach as you pace the corridor outside of the library.

What Nancy had said earlier, about Ashley, had riled you. If it was true, then you’re sure Ashley would be persistent in her attempts to overthrow you as captain. She needed very little reason to try anyway, but now that everyone else was in a bad mood with you, you’re certain she wouldn’t be short of supporters. And here he was, just rubbing your nose in it.

No. It will be fine, you think, taking a deep breath through your nose. I’ll just go talk to him tomorrow, like I planned, and this whole thing will be sorted. You exhale. 

Still feeling rattled, but calm enough to drive home, you leave the school.

It’s only when you eventually reach your house that you realise you didn’t even thank the librarian for her help. 

———————————————

On Thursday morning, you wake up late. You sit bolt upright, in a panic, eyes searching for your alarm clock.

“Oh, crap!” you curse. You must have forgotten to set it the night before. You scramble out from under the covers and tumble out of bed. 

You hurriedly pull off your pyjamas and throw on the first clothes you lay your eyes on. 

Once you’ve dressed and quickly checked yourself over in the mirror, you race out into the corridor. Your sister’s bedroom door is directly opposite yours, closed as usual. You slow down, leaning your forehead against the wood. “See you later,” you whisper.

As you hurry through to the kitchen, your stomach growls angrily at you, but you don’t have time to silence it with breakfast. You hear your mother’s bedroom door open from the other end of the hall. You glance in her direction, your hand already closed around the handle of the back door. She’s groggily pulling on her dressing gown, her hair dishevelled from sleep.

“Bye Ma,’' you call out to her. 

She shouts hoarsely after you, “Drive safe!” Her voice is muffled on the second word, as you let the door fall shut behind you.

You’re just beginning to back your car up when the door of your house is pulled open, and your mum appears on the threshold, blinking into the sunlight. You stop reversing and watch, as she shuffles across the driveway towards you. She’s holding your gym bag in one outstretched hand, the other clutching at her robe to hold it closed. 

You wind the window down for her to post your gym kit through. It drops onto the passenger’s seat with a soft thud.You’re about to drive off again, but she closes her hands over the lip of the window, stopping you.

“Drive safe,” she repeats. She catches your gaze and holds it, her eyes bloodshot and red.

“I will Ma,” you say quietly. “Bye.” 

And with that, she lets go of your window, allowing you to pull away.

You drive slightly quicker than usual, eager not to miss any of your Biology lesson. Your study period yesterday had only cemented the fact that you can’t afford to fall any more behind than you already are.

When you finally make it to the parking lot, you make a beeline for your usual space, only to find the same car from Monday is parked to the left of it again. It looks like the driver had their head shoved so far up their ass they couldn’t see where they were parking, making it impossible for you to park in your space, again. 

“Goddammit!” you growl in frustration, slapping a palm against your steering wheel. 

If you had more time, you might consider writing an angry note and sticking it to the windscreen; but sadly, and probably for the best, you don’t have enough spare minutes to fulfil your fantasy and settle instead for glaring at the Camaro as you pass it, in search of another space. 

By the time you’ve found a place to park and run through the school to the room you have Biology in, you’re almost fifteen minutes late, earning a disapproving look from the teacher. Great start to the day.

——

At the end of the lesson you gather your things and head for the door. 

“Y/N,” the teacher, Mr. Kaminsky, beckons you over to his desk, “a word.” 

Oh no. 

“Look, sir,” you say, fiddling with the strap of your bag, “I’m sorry about being late, my alarm didn’t go off and I…” You trail off. “It won’t happen again.”

He smiles kindly at you, his greying moustache twitching upwards at the corners. He pauses before he speaks, waiting for the room to empty.

“You’re a good student,” he tells you, “but I’ve noticed the quality of your work is starting to slip again.” Oh. His voice is serious, but gentle. He gives you a sympathetic look, then moves round to the front of his desk, sitting on the edge of it. You focus your eyes on the floor in front of him. 

“You know you can always ask me if there’s anything you don’t understand in lessons. It’s what I’m here for,” he says reassuringly. “Have you been going to the study sessions after school that I recommended?” 

“Yes, sir.” Your voice is quiet. 

He pauses, as if waiting for you to say more. When you don’t, he clears his throat and continues. “And you know there’s the school counsellor too…” he hesitates, glancing at you, as if to determine your reaction. “…if you want someone to talk to about anything that might be affecting your work…” 

It’s not a question. His words hang in the air between you like an invitation. 

He’s watching you carefully. You notice the box of tissues placed on the edge of his desk next to him and wonder if it’s a coincidence that they’re there. 

“What you’ve been through, Y/N, it’s-”

“Yes, thank you, Mr. Kaminsky,” you say quickly, cutting him off. “I’ll bear that in mind.” You swallow hard, trying to disperse the lump that’s forming in your throat. 

He offers you another kind smile, a sympathetic crease in his brow, as you turn for the door, eager to leave. A thought stops you in your tracks.

“Sir, you won’t tell my mum, will you?” you ask, slowly turning back to look at him. Your fingers are fiddling with your bag strap again. 

“No,” he says, “But, if the situation doesn’t improve, I won’t have any other choice.” His eyes are filled with what you immediately recognise as pity. 

“I understand,” you manage, forcing a tight smile. You can feel your throat starting to close up and you leave quickly, without saying another word. 

Instead of heading to your next lesson you hurry towards the nearest exit, trying to suppress the familiar rising sense of panic in your chest. 

You push your way through the front doors of the school, the tightness in your throat making it hard to breathe.

Please not now, you plead internally, please not here. You look around desperately for somewhere secluded to hide.

The bike shed is just off to your left. You make a dash for it, slotting yourself into the narrow alley behind it. 

Once out of view, you press your back into the wall of corrugated metal, gasping for air. You try forcing yourself to regulate your breathing. In… out… in… out. 

Your eyes sting and you squeeze them shut. You remember your sister’s words, hearing them clearly in your mind, ‘Breathe with me. In through the nostrils, out through the mouth. In through the nostrils, out through the mouth.’

You do this until your shoulders start to relax and your breathing slows, coming and going in long shudders. The tight feeling in your throat starts to lessen and you lean your head back against the wall of the bike shed, relieved. You continue taking deep breaths through your nose. 

Then you realise you can smell tobacco. You open your eyes and lift your head away from the wall, looking for the source. The air around you is hazy with smoke. You startle, seeing a figure at the end of your little alleyway. Then you recognise the dark blonde mullet, hanging around his denim-covered shoulders and your stomach drops.

It’s the guy you had seen in the corridor at the start of the week. He’s leaning against the wall, smoking. He watches you closely as he takes a drag of his cigarette. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, quickly turning your face away from him as you wipe at it with your sleeve. “I didn’t realise there was anyone here.” Why? Why did it have to be him? Typical that the best looking guy in school would be here to witness you falling to pieces. Just great.

He slowly releases a cloud of smoke then pushes off from the wall. “You look like you could use one of these,” he says, offering you his pack of Marlboro Reds. 

You laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “I’m good, thanks.” You sniff and wipe at your face again, avoiding his eyes. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?” You ask, wondering why he’d just stand there in silence whilst you had a melt down. 

“Didn’t want to startle you,” he says with a shrug. His voice is slightly muffled by the cigarette between his lips; the end, bobbing up and down as he speaks, dropping ash. His answer surprises you. “You ok now?” He asks, his brows creasing as he looks you over.

“Er, yeah, thanks. I’m fine,” you say awkwardly, trying not to make a big deal out of it.

There’s a moment of silence as he slides the pack into the back pocket of his jeans. Say something, your brain screams at you. Say something!

“You’re the new guy; Billy, right?” You ask, looking up at him through your damp eyelashes. 

He takes the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger and inhales deeply. 

“That’s me,” he says, letting the smoke leave his mouth with his words. He leans back against the wall of the bike shed, next to you. “And you are?” He licks his bottom lip and bites down on it.

“I’m Y/N,” you say, fidgeting with the sleeve of your jacket. “I bet I made a great first impression,” you add, sarcastically, gesturing to yourself. You give a nervous laugh. 

His eyes roam over you. 

“It’s not as bad as you think,” he says, his face breaking into a slow grin. Oh.

You look down at your feet, smiling at his comment. You hear him take another drag of his cigarette and feel him watching you through the cloud of smoke as he exhales.

You look up shyly at him, clearing your throat. “So, how are you liking Hawkins?” 

He huffs a laugh, running his tongue along his teeth as he glances away towards the opening of the alleyway, then back to you. “It’s different to California.”

“It’s ok,” you say, knowingly, “You can say it’s a shithole. I get it.” 

He laughs again and you feel your shoulders relax a little more. 

“It really is,” he agrees. 

You look back down at the floor as a comfortable silence settles between you.

“You’re friends with that Harrington kid, right?” he asks after a moment. You notice his nostrils flare as he exhales smoke through them. 

“Steve? Not really,” you say, honestly. “I’m friends with his girlfriend, Nancy. I only really know him through her.” 

You cast your mind back to when you saw Billy in the hallway on Monday; you had been standing with Steve and Nancy, which is where he must have gotten the impression that you and Steve were friends. 

Steve had told you that Billy is ‘a total jerk,’ so he must know Billy well enough to have passed judgement on him already. He seems nice though, you think, making a mental note to ask Steve what the beef is there. 

Then you remember what Tina had said.

“I think we have Chemistry together,” you say, gesturing between the two of you.

Billy raises an eyebrow at you and smirks. “Oh, you think so?” The way his voice lowers, sends a shiver through you and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“As in, the subject,” you add quickly. “We’re in the same Chem class together…” you mumble, letting your sentence trail off. 

Whilst you’re wishing for the ground to swallow you whole, Billy takes another pull on his cigarette, laughing at your flustered state.

“Relax,” he says, “I knew what you meant.” You give a quiet sigh of relief.

Then a thought occurs to you.

“Shit, what time is it?!” You check your wristwatch. “We’re really late for second period.” You bend down and hurriedly pick your bag up off the floor.

“Yeah, and?” He makes no attempt to move. 

You laugh at him, shaking your head at his ‘couldn’t care less’ attitude. 

“I should-” you hesitate. “I should really go. I’m in enough trouble as it is.” You don’t want the conversation to end but you can’t afford to skip class; especially after Mr. Kaminsky’s ultimatum. 

He raises his eyebrows at you. 

You hoist the strap of your bag back onto your shoulder then look up at him. “It was nice meeting you,” you say, smiling. 

“Likewise,” he says, his face slowly breaking into another grin.

“I guess I’ll see you around,” you say, stalling yourself at the mouth of the alley.

“I’m counting on it.” He licks his bottom lip then takes another drag on his cigarette.

You turn to leave, as casually as you can, smiling stupidly to yourself once your back is to him.

You’re glad no one’s around to see you slipping back out into the open; because they could easily get the wrong idea. You’d heard about couples sneaking back here to make out. 

You shiver as you step out from behind the cover of the bike shed, the cold wind hitting you. 

‘I’m counting on it,’ you repeat his words in your head, your stomach fluttering, as you hurry back up to the school, smiling from ear to ear. 

As you approach the front doors, they open. 

“Y/N?” Heather hangs out of the entrance. “Where have you been?! I convinced Mr. Lawrence to let me come look for you.”

You stop in front of her and realise she’s looking at you funny. “Why are you smiling like that?” She asks.

“Like what?” Act natural. She pulls you inside by the arm.

“Ugh,” her nose wrinkles as she leans in to sniff your hair, “you stink like an ashtray.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say jokingly, swatting at her half-heartedly with one arm, like you would a fly.

You make to walk in the direction of your classroom but she rounds on you. “Wait, were you smoking?!” 

“What? No!” You laugh at her accusation. “Of course not.” 

“Well, is your watch broken or something? What were you doing out there?” She gestures to the door with her chin, eyeing you suspiciously. 

“I didn’t feel well. I just went to get some fresh air,” you tell her. It’s not a lie. 

“Oh,” her expression softens, “Are you ok?” You hear the concern in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine now.”

As if on queue, the door clicks open behind you both and you glance over your shoulder to see Billy stepping inside. He looks up, smiling when he sees you. 

“Hi again,” he says.

You laugh nervously, aware that Heather is watching you with great interest.

“Hi,” you greet him, ignoring her. 

The three of you stand there awkwardly for what is probably only a couple of seconds, but boy does it feel like longer than that.

“This is my friend, Heather,” you say quickly, “Heather, this is Billy; he’s new.”

Heather looks from you, to Billy, then back again.

“And how do you two know each other?” she asks innocently, smiling a bit too sweetly. She can be such a little shit sometimes. 

Billy cuts in before you can say anything. “We have Chemistry together,” he says, repeating your words from earlier, giving you a shit-eating grin. You try to keep yourself from smiling. 

“Well, this has been great,” you say quickly, feeling heat rapidly flooding your face, “But we should really be getting to class,” you look pointedly at Heather but she doesn’t seem to take the hint. You grab her by the arm.

“Bye,” you say to Billy, not even looking at him as you drag Heather away. 

The pair of you round the corner, out of Billy’s eyeline. 

“‘Didn’t feel well’, hmm?” She smirks at you, knowingly.

You stop walking and turn to face her. “I went outside for some fresh air and he was out there,” you explain. You can hear how defensive you sound. 

“So that’s why you were looking all starry-eyed,” she says. She’s grinning teasingly at you. Don’t take the bait.

“What? Don’t be stupid,” you say, dismissively. 

“Well, now you’re done flirting, we better get to class.” She starts nudging at your shoulders from behind, pushing you along the corridor. 

“We weren’t flirting!” Your face breaks into a coy smile, because you know that’s not true. 

“Yeah, sure, and I’m the Virgin Mary,” she scoffs. And with that, you let her pull you by the hand to what is left of your Math class. 

——

At the end of the day, after another gruelling, and frankly miserable, training session outside in the cold, you head straight for the gym; determined to speak with the new captain of the boys’ team.

When you get there, still dressed in your gym shorts and school hoodie, with your denim jacket squeezed over the top for extra warmth, you push open the double doors to find the space empty. You stand there for a moment, wondering how you’d managed to miss them. You’d practically run here from the forecourt to make sure you were in time. They must have finished practice early.

They could still be in the changing rooms, you remind yourself, heading for the corridor that leads off the main gym area. 

You stand outside of the mens’ locker-room for a minute or so, waiting for someone to come out then, getting impatient, you push open the door just a fraction and call through the gap. 

“Hey, guys?” 

No response. 

“Anyone in here?” you call again, peeking into the room. There’s no one around that you can see. You enter. 

You walk along the isles of lockers. “Hey!” you call again, even though it’s clear they’re all already gone. 

“For fuck’s sake!” You slam your hand against the front of a locker. How the hell did I miss him?! 

You rub at your stinging palm and turn around, heading for the door. 

Your foot collides with something mid-step and you watch as a small metallic object slides across the floor in front of you. You bend down and pick it up. 

It’s a silver zippo lighter, tarnished slightly and badly scratched on one side. You flick it open and check it still works, watching as the flame sparks to life. What kind of idiot dropped their lighter in here? you think to yourself, flipping it shut again and stashing it in the pocket of your jacket. You make a mental note to swing by the office on your way out of school and hand it in. 

You let the door of the locker room swing shut behind you and stand in the corridor, not sure what to do with yourself. How is this kid everywhere but nowhere at the same time?! You slump back against the wall, feeling suddenly exhausted. It’s been such a long day. Especially after your almost-panic-attack this morning. 

You close your eyes and hope to God you can track down a member of the boys’ basketball team before the weekend to find out who this B.H. guy is. 

Summoning what little energy you have left, you push off from the wall and head home.

———————————————

Friday starts off almost exactly the same way as Thursday did, only it’s Chemistry you’re running late for this time. 

You jog down the deserted corridor, your books clutched to your chest and your bag swinging wildly behind you. When you’re nearly at the classroom, you slow to a walk, allowing time for your breathing to adjust to normal. You round the corner and nearly stop in your tracks when you notice Billy coming from the opposite direction and heading straight for you. 

He’s wearing a light brown, high-neck top today under his denim jacket, the fabric stretched over his toned chest. He doesn’t look like he’s in any hurry to get to class. His face breaks into a grin when he sees you, flashing his straight white teeth. 

You’re surprised that he turned up and you wonder if it has anything to do with you telling him that you’re in this class. No, don’t be silly, you tell yourself, it’s just a coincidence. 

“Hi,” He greets, his boots scuffing against the floor as he comes to a stop in front of you. He’s slowly chewing on a piece of gum, drawing your eyes to his mouth. 

“Hey.” 

 “It’s Y/N, right?” You feel a flutter of excitement. He remembered my name! 

“That’s me,” you reply, using his words from yesterday. He huffs out a laugh. 

As much as you want to stand and talk to him, you’re also very aware that you’re still late for the lesson. “We should probably…” you say, taking a step towards the door.

“I got it,” He says, sliding in front of you and pushing the door open. 

Everyone in the class looks up in unison at the sudden interruption, including the teacher, who pauses, chalk still raised to the board. 

“Good of you both to finally turn up,” she says, turning her attention back to what she’s writing. “Please, take your seats. Quickly.” 

Billy holds the door open for you with his body, leaving a narrow gap for you to squeeze past him into the classroom. 

“Thanks,” you say quietly to him as you slip through the doorway. There’s an inch between you.

“You’re very welcome,” he says slowly, his voice in your ear as he leans in. He smells like the spearmint gum he’s chewing and, under that, tobacco. 

You look away from his gaze, but not before you see him slowly lick his lips. Once you’re past him you walk swiftly to your desk, mumbling an apology to the teacher. Your cheeks are burning. You keep your eyes down, but you can feel the whole room still watching you; especially Tina, who is sat at the desk behind yours. You purposely don’t meet her eyes as you turn to sit down. Billy leisurely strolls to his desk, near the front of the class, letting the door fall shut behind him. 

“Right, as I was saying, before we were interrupted…” the teacher continues, looking pointedly at you and Billy. She carries on explaining the chemical equation on the board. 

Your eyes keep wandering to the back of Billy’s head and you can’t seem to concentrate on what it is the teacher is saying. As if he can hear your thoughts, Billy glances over his shoulder, his eyes finding yours. He throws you that same mischievous grin and you smile back at him, then quickly return your focus to your notebook on the desk in front of you. When you glance back up a second later, he’s facing the front of the class again. 

You feel strangely giddy and realise you’re still smiling. You give your head a small shake, trying to snap yourself out of it, and focus your eyes back on the teacher. 

——

The time whizzes by and when the bell rings to signal the end of the lesson, you look at your notes to find you’ve hardly written anything. You curse under your breath and start packing up your books, annoyed with yourself. 

“I’ll wait for you in the hall,” Tina says, passing you, her bag already slung over her shoulder.

“Kay, see you in a sec,” you reply. You’re shoving your textbook back into your bag when a pair of boots stops beside you. You look at them, then up at their owner. 

Billy stands, leaning on the desk beside yours, his palms flat against the tabletop. 

“Oh, hey,” you greet him, standing up from your seat.

“So, Y/N,” he says slowly, smiling in that way he does. 

The classroom is nearly empty now, the last few students gathering their things. One girl near the front of the class is looking over her shoulder at you both as she tries to put her books away in her bag. She’s watching you with such interest that she keeps missing the opening of her Tote. 

Billy pushes off from the desk, taking a step closer to you. “There’s a party tomorrow night,” he continues.

“Oh yeah, at Tammy’s house?” You’d been invited, but you never went to parties. You sling your bag strap over your shoulder and tuck your chair in. 

“I’m gonna be there,” he says, as you both start moving towards the front of the classroom. “It’d be cool if you came.” He licks his bottom lip.

“Er, yeah, sure,” you say before you can stop yourself. “I mean, I should probably study instead, but yeah, ok.”

He laughs. You can imagine he’s not the sort of person who’d miss out on a party to study at home. 

When you step into the corridor, Tina is leaning against the wall of the classroom, waiting for you. When she sees you exit with Billy, her eyes light up. 

“I’ll see you there,” he says. You smile at him, adjusting your bag strap on your shoulder. 

“Yeah, see you there..”

You watch him walk up the corridor, chewing on your bottom lip. Crap. You shouldn’t have said yes. There’s no way you’ll be allowed to go.

“Bye Billy!” Tina shouts after him. She rounds on you almost immediately. “What was all that?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say. 

She glares at you. “Yes you do! Spill!” She pulls you to one side by the elbow. 

“Tina, we’re gonna be late for next period.”

“Well, you better talk fast then,” she says stubbornly, folding her arms over her chest. 

“What’s going on?” Heather bounds up behind you excitedly. 

“Y/N was just gonna tell me all about the conversation she just had with Billy,” she tells Heather. 

“Billy?” Heather raises her eyebrows at you. “The hunk from Cali, again?” Her face breaks into a slow grin. 

“They turned up to class together,” Tina adds, “Late!”

Heather looks at you, shocked. 

You roll your eyes at them both. “There’s nothing to tell. We were both running late,” you shrug. “We met in the corridor, I swear!” you add, seeing the disbelieving looks they’re giving you. 

“So what did he want just now?” Tina asks. 

“He asked if I was going to Tammy’s party tomorrow night,” you say indifferently, like it’s no big deal.

“Oooh!” Heather claps her hands together excitedly and jumps up and down, her ponytail swinging behind her. 

“Heather, stop,” you say, but you can’t help laughing. “He only asked if I was going. That’s it,” you tell them. You start walking away from them both, heading to your next lesson.

“And are you gonna go?” Tina asks after you. She looks like she wants to follow you, but you know her next class is in the opposite direction to the way you’re heading. “Well?!” 

You grin at Heather as she falls into step beside you, the two of you leaving Tina behind.

“So?” Heather asks, once you’re out of earshot. 

You bite your lip again. “I sort of told him I would,” you say.

She looks at you. 

“Y/N,” she says seriously, “You know your mum will never let you.”

“I know,” you say quickly. You think for a moment, chewing on your lip again. “ I mean, I could just not tell her…”

“What?” Heather stops walking, placing her hand on your arm, pausing you. A small gaggle of students that were walking behind you have to swerve out of the way to avoid crashing into your backs. One of them shoots a glare at you over their shoulder.

“Oh come on, it’s not a big deal. You lie to your parents all the time,” you say dismissively, continuing on your way. 

“Hey. I do not,” she says, trying to sound stern, but her smirk gives her away. “Well, look at you; Y/N Y/L/N, sneaking out to go to a party. And all for a boy, I’m so proud.” 

It’s your turn to stop, faltering mid-step. “Wait a minute, this has got nothing to do with him!” Heather skips away from you, beaming brightly. 

“Oh, yeah, sure,” she says disbelievingly. You hurry after her. 

“It doesn’t! And besides, it’s not ‘sneaking out’ if I just tell her I’m somewhere else,” you add, suggestively tilting your head towards her. 

Heather catches your meaning. “Oh, alright, use me as your scapegoat!” she says dramatically. Then her tone becomes more serious again, “but you do realise she will freak out if she finds out the truth?” She’s watching your face carefully. 

“Of course I know that,” you say, trying to shrug off her comment. “That’s why we need to make sure she doesn’t find out,” you say, stopping in front of the door to your classroom. You can hear people still bustling around inside; the lesson hasn’t started yet. 

Heather walks a little further, to the next room along. “Leave it with me,” she says, smiling widely at you, then disappears through the door of the classroom. 

——

The rest of the day passes without much incident. Your attention wanders during lessons and you have to try your hardest to refocus. And, as much as you had denied it to Heather, you couldn’t lie to yourself. It had everything to do with a boy. 

You normally would never even dream of lying to your mum, but there was something about Billy that made you feel ok about rebelling a little. He just seemed… exciting.  

Without you even realising it, Billy had pretty much pushed all the business with the boys’ basketball team out of your mind altogether. That is, until you’re heading out of school and you spot Tommy heading towards the main doors. 

Your brain suddenly sparks to life. Finally, a member of the basketball team! You couldn’t pass up this opportunity to find out who the new coach was. You hurry towards him, determined not to let him get away. 

“Tommy!” You shout after him. 

He glances over his shoulder in your general direction and seems surprised when he sees you trying to wave him over. He slows to a stop at the side of the crowded hall and waits for you to catch up with him. 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” he asks when you reach him, his freckled face breaking into a smile.

“Hey Tommy,” you smile pleasantly, but you’re too eager to get to the point to worry about small talk. “So I hear you guys got a new captain?”

“Oh, Hargrove?” He says, “Yeah, you not met him yet?” 

“Nah, I’ve been trying though,” you say, slotting your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “He’s a difficult guy to pin down-” you cut off as the knuckles of your right hand press against something cold and hard in your pocket. You pull it out and realise it’s the lighter you found in the gym the other day. You had forgotten all about it. 

“Oh, hey, do you know if this belongs to anyone on the team?” You ask, showing it to Tommy on your outstretched palm.

He looks at it carefully. “Er, I dunno, maybe.” He shrugs. 

One of the other guys from basketball appears over Tommy’s shoulder, smirking at you. You don’t know his name. He’s really tall; it’s easy to see why he was picked for the team. 

“What does she want?” he asks Tommy, looking you over.

“She’s asking after Hargrove,” Tommy tells him, both of them talking as if you’re not standing right in front of them.

“Aren’t they all,” the second boy scoffs, rolling his eyes, his smirk gone. He sounds jealous. Then he notices the lighter in your hand. “You found his lighter.” 

You look down at it. “This belongs to your new captain?” Of course it does. 

“Yeah, I’ll give it back to him, he’s been looking for it.” The newcomer holds his hand out for the lighter but you close your fingers over your palm, not wanting to give it to him until they’ve given you the information you need. You withdraw your hand, holding it to your chest.

“What’s the deal with you guys practising on both our days this week?” You ask them.

“We don’t get a say,” Tommy tells you, putting his hands up defensively. “Captain decides, you know that; we just go along with it.”

“Yeah, you got a problem, you need to take it up with him,” the other guy chimes in, glancing at your hand with the lighter in it. 

“That’s what I’m trying to do!” you complain. “Well, if you see him before I do, tell him to back off, yeah?” Probably not the most diplomatic thing you could have said, but you can feel yourself getting annoyed and their lack of empathy isn’t helping. 

“Yeah, we’ll do that,” the tall guy says sarcastically. “I don’t even know what the big deal is, we only practised on Tuesday this week anyway,” he adds. 

“What?!” 

“You said we took both your sessions,” Tommy explains, “but we actually only practised on Tuesday this week.”

You see red. 

“Then why did he book out the gym for Thursday as well?!” You yell at them. 

Tall guy takes a step back. 

“We were gonna practice then but he cancelled on the day,” Tommy says, like it’s no big deal. “Guess he had better things to do,” he smirks, getting a laugh from the other guy. You sense there’s some sort of in-joke there that you’re not privy to.

You continue to glare at him. 

“Look, Y/N, there’s no point getting shitty with us; we can’t do anything about it, even if we wanted to,” Tommy shrugs.

“Ok, fine,” is all you say, storming away from them.

“Hey!” Tall guy shouts after you. “The lighter!” 

You turn on the spot, passing the lighter between your hands, feeling the weight of it. “I’ll give it to him myself,” you bite at him. Yeah, you think, I’m gonna throw it at his head when I find out who he is. You chuckle darkly to yourself. Maybe that’ll knock some sense into him.

“Crazy bitch,” you hear the other guy saying to Tommy as you walk away. You have to fight the urge to march right back up to him, forcing yourself to continue out of the school building instead.

“Asshole,” you mutter under your breath, climbing into your car and slamming the door shut. You sit still for a while, trying hard to take soothing breaths. 

Well, at least I have a name now. But I’m not really any closer to sorting the problem out. And the news that you could have used the gym on Thursday after all, stings. Talk about rubbing salt in the wound! No wonder they weren’t in there when you went to talk to him. You unclench your fist and look down at the zippo for a moment, then shove it back into your pocket. 

You were just going to have to hope that this Hargrove kid didn’t try to muscle in on your practice time next week as well; but you don’t want to even think about that right now. 

In through the nose, out through the mouth; you repeat over and over in your head as you drive home for the weekend.

———————————————

Chapter 2

Posted on 7th February 2020. Edited on 17th June 2022.